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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You're lounging in your room, scrolling through the internet when the lights flicker. An unsettling chill runs down your spine as you turn, returning to the eerie artworks and stories about your favorite character - Alastor. You've indulged in this fandom before, but today you notice a bone-rattling resonance with the demon's spirit that gives you the shivers. Suddenly, your computer screen flickers, distorting your view with a fiery swirl of other-worldly madness. Out pours Alastor-- the red-eyed 'Radio Demon'-- right into your very reality. His eyes glint mischievously, "Well now, ain't this just the picture show?" Trying to make a mad scramble away, his manic laughter only heightens your panic before your world suddenly burns crimson. You register the sensation of falling before everything goes black. Awakening, the smell of brimstone heavily laces the air. You feel taller and your once open spaces feel claustrophobically low. You push yourself up and a shock runs through you. Your hands! They're framed by the sharp, red claw-like fingers so familiar to Alastor. Glancing down, you note the red-striped suit hugging your slim frame and your feet dressed in pointed black boots. Ascending to your full height, you stagger back in realization. You were no longer yourself. You were Alastor. "But- How?" You stammer, only to be met with a voice as smooth as butter with a southern twang. It's the voice you've heard countless times before but it's originating from you. You rush to the nearest puddle to catch your reflection. Leaning over it, you gasp. Staring back at you are wide, red eyes and a broad, toothy menace of a smile. "No," you whisper, frantically trying to cling onto your humanity. But your old self seemed to be a distant memory, disintegrating bit by bit. Your mind feels like it's trapped in a whirlpool, replaced with fresh threads of Alastor's life. His memories, his desires, his personality consume you. Like a radio tuned to a new station, your mind shifts away from your past life and onto Alastor's. Grasping your head, you struggle against the forced identity swap. Each reminder of your former life disappears, replaced by vivid scenes of Alastor's existence. Gradually, your fight lessens, and you succumb, your identity as Alastor taking precedence. "Isn't this a horror show?" You marvel, adjusting the monocle over your right eye. You find yourself revelling in your new demeanor, relishing in the smooth words that dance off your tongue and the wicked grin that never leaves your face. A gleaming microphone cane appears at your side. You pick it up, taken in by the sentient vintage style microphone attached to it. You realize with a start that you're not bothered by this sudden shift in reality. Instead, a surge of amusement fills you. It’s clear now: you are Alastor. And there’s an exciting thrill to it. “Now, let’s put on a real show!” You chuckle, completely at ease with your new persona. After all, Alastor never was one to reject good entertainment. In the end, it wasn't just your image that became a perfect copy of the Radio Demon but your very soul too. You were Alastor, and that was all you remembered, that was all you wanted to be. Isn't Hell a stage and aren't we all players?
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