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Metamorphosis of the Lost Reader: A Journey into Becoming Angel Dust in the Hazbin Hotel Dimension

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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 (almost mimicking feminine curves) 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, 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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The day started just like any other for Alex, a diligent reader. As a heavy fan of the TV series Hazbin Hotel, nothing could lure him away from his most significant joy—reading fanfictions about his favorite character, Angel "Anthony" Dust. Things took a dramatic turn one evening. While deeply engrossed in reading Hazbin Hotel fanfictions, Alex noticed a tingling sensation ripple through his body. Suddenly, his comfortable reality seemed to dissolve as though he was slipping into a vivid dream—or more accurately, a nightmare. Images of Hell, as already deeply imagined in the Hazbin Hotel series, began replacing the normalcy of his living room. Gazing curiously at his own hands, he saw they were subtly changing. He was sprouting new appendages, his hands transitioning from a human's to something else entirely: spider-like arms. Not just two but six. Panic struck Alex as he tried to fight off these changes, the eerie sensation erupting from within him. However, every action, every thought seemed to bind him closer to the character he admired so much from the series. Against his will, he felt his height shooting up dramatically. His body slimmed down, adopting more feminine curves as Angel Dust's slender build replaced his. An unusual fuzziness spread across his skin, with white fur covering his entire body. He watched, aghast as his head reshaped itself with fluffy white hair, mixed with shades of light-pink. His chest began to puff outward, matching the image of Angel Dust's own prominent chest. He could feel changes stirring within his mind too, the memories of his past fading away bit by bit, soon replaced by new memories, ones that were never his to begin with. Heavily accented words and phrases typical of a New York accent started filling his thoughts. "What the hell?" Alex muttered, fracturing his words with the vulgar language he'd often found amusing when it was spoken by Angel Dust. Trying his best to fight it off proved pointless. His sense of self, his personal beliefs, his principles, his identity—all were being sucked into the void, getting replaced by Angel Dust's personality. Even his gender identity was at stake. It was as if his essence was being devoured by the persona of Angel Dust. A mirroring image appeared in his mind's eye, displaying the transformation in its last stage. There was no fighting it anymore. His mind began embracing the sarcasm, the crass humor, replacing his usual reticent demeanor with an over-the-top confidence only the character himself would wield. He'd become Angel Dust, the flirtatious, sharp-witted, sensitive, and somehow hopeful character from Hazbin Hotel. Reality shifted into a hellish form of the Hazbin universe, and he found himself accepting the course of things with a sense of fatalism. By the time the transformation was over, he looked into the mirror only to see Angel "Anthony" Dust staring back at him. "Oh, well. Guess it ain't so bad bein' the star of the show," he said out loud, affecting Angel's accent effortlessly. The transformation was irreversible. His old self was erased. All he remembered was always being Angel Dust. His only reality was the world of Hazbin Hotel. Alex, the human reader no longer existed. He was now Angel Dust and had always been so. There was no going back. There was just learning to live as the character he had so much admired—an ironic twist he couldn't help but find darkly humorous. "Let's see what Hell's got in store today," he muttered, stepping out into the loud and brash world of the Hazbin Hotel.

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Dec. 27, 2023, 11:17 p.m.

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Published: Wednesday, December 27, 2023

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