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Question: Write a transformation story of a 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 has a slender build 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 brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. 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 (often with bad/strong language), 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Gary was an average guy, working a mundane job, and living in a mundane apartment in a mundane city. He stood about 5' 9" with short, brown hair, and he was always a bit overweight which made him feel self-conscious. He didn't have much going on in life and had a fair share of insecurities. Things took a strange turn when he unearthed an old, looking pendant at a market one day. He didn't know it then, but things were about to spiral into anything but mundane. That night, Gary lay in bed twirling the pendant and suddenly felt a bizarre warmth that started to permeate through his body; it was as if someone had lit a fire within him. Glancing at his fingers, he noticed a soft glow that seemed to almost engulf him. His fingers began to elongate, the hand attached them slimmed, and light fur started to sprout. “What the...?” he attempted to shake it off, but the effect only hastened. Gary could feel the pendant's energy seeping into him. It felt like becoming lightweight yet, at the same time, stronger. He gasped as a sharp pain shot across his back, his clothes tearing as familiar appendages erupted from his shoulders. "F-four arms?" He stared in horror as he sprouted a second, and then a third set of arms. The warmth began spreading to his torso, growing softer, fluffier, almost mimicking a feminine curve. Suddenly his lower body throbbed as if being stretched on a rack. Towering over his apartment, he was soon standing at a whopping 8 feet tall. His brown hair softened to a light, fluffy white, with splotches of light pink. It extended from both the front and back of his head, accompanied by a distinctive light-pink heart pattern at the back. His now cerise pink eyes were startlingly noticeable against his white fur. His right eye's sclera was now light yellow, and the left was dark brown. His teeth were now pointy and sharp, with a single golden fang slightly off-center. He noticed that his nose and ears had disappeared altogether, and three pink dots had appeared under each of his eyes. His clothing had mysteriously transformed into a stylish light-pink suit-blazer with horizontal stripes, a pair of thigh-high boots, a miniskirt, and two different sets of gloves depending on the set of arms. “There's no way...” He peered into the mirror, clutching his fuzzy chest. His voice had undergone a similar change, echoing with a familiar New York accent. Gary’s mind started to become hazy; it was like he was losing himself in a haze of confusion and fear. He could make out flashes of a past that was not his own. Memories of a life he hadn't lived, including running a porn studio in Hell, signing a contract with a demon named Valentino, flashed inside his mind. His own memories started to fade, replaced by the life of Anthony, the Angel Dust. “N-no, I need to fight this!” He squeezed his eyes shut, but his memories slipped, like water through fingers, replaced with Angel’s. His own memories, personality traits, fears, and insecurities vanished to be overtaken by Angel's own. It was like being drowned in someone else's life. "No, I'm Gary! I'm..." His voice trailed off. The name felt strange on his tongue. Alien. Wrong. "Who's... Gary?" There was an uncomfortable pause. "Wait, who am I?" Then, almost instinctively, as if it was deeply engraved in his soul, the name slipped out. "I'm Angel Dust." Angel looked at the mirror one last time, seeing his reflection in a new light. He smirked, striking a pose. "Well, look at the bright side, ain't I a sight for sore eyes!" He chuckled, his worries melting away. He had no connection with Gary or his life anymore. There was only Angel Dust, the vivacious spider creature in the world of Hazbin Hotel. From Gary to Angel, he had undergone an irreversible transformation. His reality had warped from the mundane to a world filled with demonic entities and constant chaos. Despite his obscene sense of humor and seemingly indifferent exterior, underneath, the struggles of his old life had been replaced with the new ones. But at least this time, he was not alone. Gary was the past; Angel Dust was the present and forever. And Angel felt more alive than he ever did as Gary. He was ready to face this world as the crass, witty spider demon that he was - with his new set of memories and his intriguing, yet tumultuous life ahead.
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