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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 11 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), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), 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.
"Tommy, honey, it's bedtime!" mother called from downstairs. "Nanite, Mom!" I shuffled the beloved comic book under my bed. Hazbin Hotel, my favorite story. I looked at the copy of Alastor - thin, dandyish, and always grinning. The back of my neck prickled. Too much imagination, I thought. Time for bed. As I lay down, I suddenly felt both extremely cold and hot at the same time. My body was going through a rapid oscillation between chills and sweats. I tried to shout for Mom but my throat felt dry, as if I hadn't drank water in days. What was even more puzzling was the peculiar feeling as if my body was stretching. "Ahhhh!" I doubled over in pain. It was unimaginable, like nothing I've ever experienced before. Every muscle, every joint screamed in agony as they reshaped, stretched and morphed. The world around began to contort, the familiar features of my room melting away to be replaced by the grim and grotesque environment found only in Hazbin Hotel. Everything was changing rapidly around me, but my mind was perceiving it in slow-motion. My eyes felt weird too. I felt them darken and narrow. I continued growing till I was about 7 feet tall. The comfortable PJs I had worn to bed were torn apart, replaced by a red pinstripe coat, and matching bright red dress-shirt, long black pants and pointed boots. I was morphing into Alastor, I was becoming him. His memories began flooding in, pushing my own further back till they became mere figments; fragments of a distant dream. Through the agony and the confusion, I tried to call out to Mom and Dad. But the voice that came out was not mine. "Well, isn't this a fine kettle of fish!" It was Alastor's voice, a smooth Transatlantic accent brimming with charm and malevolence. The final touches of transformation began. My skin took on a pale beige hue, my hair receding into an angled bob cut, and then grew two black-tipped tufts and a pair of black antlers. I felt my fingers turn into claws and feet into hooves. My last bit of human consciousness screamed out in terror, 'NO... I can't... I am Tommy, not him... Mom..." "But Mommy's not here, now is she? And you're not Tommy, anymore dearie. You're Alastor, the Radio Demon!" I laughed. It was a ghoulish sound, marking the end of Tommy and the complete take-over of Alastor’s personality. My mind was now entirely filled with Alastor's thoughts, my human past completely forgotten. As I examined my new demonic form with fascination, I felt Alastor smirk on my - no, his - face. With a twirl of my new cane, I exclaimed in glee, "Ah, what a wonderful evening for a show!" I was no longer a mere spectator of Hazbin Hotel but a part of it, as the infamous radio demon, Alastor.
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