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Question: Write a transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
One day, you were sitting in your room, glancing over a comic book featuring "Hazbin Hotel". You smirked at the antics of Angel Dust, a character who caught your attention and whose personality was as bold and brash as a bull in a china shop. You admire his tenacity and bravado, a far cry from the dull routine of your mundane life. Little did you know that reading that comic book would embody more significance than you would ever expect. You were engrossed in the comic when suddenly, a chaotic magic radiated from the pages, enveloping you in a blinding light. You tried to struggle against the force pulling you, but it was futile. As you let out a startled gasp, your world started to change. Suddenly, your body started to feel hot and strange, stretching upward rapidly. You felt your limbs multiply until you had more arms than a human rightfully should. The bones beneath your skin twisted, your slender body taking on a more masculine shape with feminine curves. The sensation was bizarre and surreal. As you've touched your face, you felt soft fur in place of your skin. You were met with shock, as your reflection in the mirror revealed a stunningly different face. A fluffy mop of hair, cerise pink eyes, light-pink heart patterns that stretched across parts of your fur-covered face, and a wide mouth full of sharp teeth. Your clothes had transformed into a light pink suit-blazer, grey striped miniskirt, long thigh-high heeled boots, a reddish bowtie, and white gloves on smaller set of arms. The choker on your neck was the last vestige of your past identity and now made you feel like a character from the comic book. Reality seemed to warp, the walls of your room melting away to reveal the sin-stained streets of Hell. The reality felt harsh and raw, with grungy buildings and fiendish figures lurking shadows. Your mind spun, trying to cling to your past self. But every memory was slowly replaced with another. Memories of Hell, of the Hotel, of substance abuse, and a tortuous boss named Valentino. Inwardly, you cried out, struggling to hold onto your human memories. But the transformation was relentless. You remembered battles with demons, making crude jokes to hide your fear, and a persistent underlying hope of redemption. The inkling of your human identity faded further into the recesses of your memory until it was swept away completely. "I'm Angel Dust," you muttered, finally accepting the transformation. Every word you spoke played out like Angel. Your voice pitch, intonation, even your New York accent was perfect. The reflection looking back at you bore no resemblance to your old life. At first, it was terrifying. You had turned into a sinner demon known as Angel Dust. But as the days passed, your fear faded. You developed a taste for chaos, embraced the heckling wit, and basked in the flattering attention you often received. "You make the best outta life down here, right?" You quipped in true Angel Dust style. The transformation had taken you away from your humanity, plunged you right into the depths of Hell, and made you Angel Dust forever. Strangely, though it took some getting used to, you found yourself adopting not just Angel Dust's looks but his personality, too. Hope that there's more to your existence in Hell fluttered despite the bleak surroundings. The shock of your transformation wore off, replaced by an odd acceptance. Embracing your new life, you couldn't help but smirk at the ironic twist of fate. "Ha, what a turn around, eh?" You chuckled to yourself, slowly coming to terms with the permanence of your new life as Angel Dust. It seemed this was your world now, the memories of your past as distant as a dream. Angel Dust's memories and personality were now your only reality.
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