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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 12 years years old) turning into Alastor the Radio Demon (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to an adult and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he's about 7 feet tall), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting them and his attempts of calling his parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
One second, I was just a regular 12-year-old human kid, and the next, I felt thrilling changes coarse through my body. I realized my shoes felt increasingly tight - with almost a blistering sensation. Kneeling over to relieve the strain, I found my feet were transforming into red-hoofed forms. "No, this can't be happening," I mumbled, panic making my voice shaky. Shrieking, I removed my shoes, revealing dark grey legs, slowly growing lean and elongated. The chill of the room intensified, hitting me with a surge of coldness from the frigid floor. I shot up, realizing I was noticeably taller. My favorite comfy jeans and casual tee were morphing into a crisp red pinstripe coat and black dress pants with matching red cuffs. I noticed a black cross slowly forming on my chest, and a dark red lapel decorating my torso. The sensation was dizzying. I staggered and grabbed onto the dresser to steady myself. But as my fingers closed around the wood, I felt painful twinges; my fingers were transforming into bright red claws, black gloves forming around them. I cried out, trying to grip onto my familiar self. But it was quickly fading. "Dad! Mom!" I called out in distress, but no sound came. Instead, a smooth, eloquent voice filled the room, "Ah, now isn't this a fascinating turn of events?" Words flowed out of me, my voice echoing in the transatlantic accent typically associated with Alastor, that flamboyant radio demon I'd seen on Hazbin Hotel. The realization hit me, I was... becoming him. And with this transformation, my memories started to fade. My mind whirled, my childhood memories unraveling before me, only to be replaced with Alastor's own: visions of red-tinted landscapes, chaotic radio noise, and unforgettable entities from another realm. I tried to hold onto my past, but it was like trying to grasp the wind. They slipped through my fingers, replaced with Alastor's reflection of callous self-importance and unmistakable charisma. I looked up, staring wide-eyed at the figure in the mirror. Sharp yellow teeth grinned back, permanently etched into a wide smile on a countenance I no longer recognized, and a pair of glowing red eyes with irises mimicking the radio dial. Something about the reflection looked oddly welcoming despite its eerie air. Before my horrified self could react, the boyish hair smoothly altered to a red bob-cut with black tips, framing a pair of deer-shaped black tufts which seemed to twitch in amusement at my bewildered gaze. Small antlers gently poked from my head as the hair alteration completed. "Well, would you look at that," My new voice danced with delight, "We seem to be coming along very nicely." A monocle manifested around my right eye, tinting my already red world slightly darker. Completing the look, a black bowtie materialized, a sharp contrast against my vibrant red dress shirt. Finally, a thin cane materialized in my clawed hand, humming noticeably as a recognizable vintage microphone stared back at me, echoing my former life's last pleas for help. My live, known as a normal twelve-year-old boy, was replaced with Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. There was a strange feeling of peace, contrary to the turmoil I thought I'd feel. It was a fascinating picture show that unfolded, and I was the main star. A wicked grin spread across my face as I embraced my new identity, anticipating the thrilling adventures awaiting me.
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