Moxxie's objective was to show the reader the error of his ways (and to help teach the reader about himself), but he realized that the reader was struggling with change, and began to feel empathy for

You stretch out on your couch, laughing uproariously at the latest episode of Helluva Boss. Your favorite character? Moxxie. He's often the butt of the joke, pushed around by his boss Blitzo, teased by hellhound Loona, and essentially becomes the show's favorite punching bag. A fact you find hilarious. "Imagine actually being Moxxie in this place," You laugh out loud, fully unaware of the reality that's about to whip around to confront your amusement. Without warning, the television screen goes black. You blink in confusion, but before you can even contemplate what the issue might be, a figure jumps out of the screen. It's Moxxie, looking just as shocked to see you as you are to see him. He quickly gains composure, eyes narrowing at you. "Tired of your laughing," He snaps. With a swift move, he grabs you, pulling you back through the screen with him. You blink. Suddenly, the world of Helluva Boss is all around you. "Wha-?" You blurt out, immediately cut off as Moxxie shoves you into an strange, mechanical device he had discovered in an alleyway. "You find my life so amusing," Moxxie says, irate, "Let's find out if you can handle it." He pulls down a lever next to the device, and a bright light envelops you. The shock of the transformation hits you like a freight train. You feel yourself shrinking, your height dropping to match with Moxxie's 3.9 feet stature. Your skin tingles as it changes from your usual skin color to a bright red. You feel a peculiar sensation sprout from your head, hair turning white and horns growing, black and white in coloration. Your body shifts, a tail growing to extend behind you, ending in a quadrilateral barb, and your legs changing shape, morphing into lanky, digitigrade legs with cloven red hooves. As much as you attempt to fight the change, it overpowers your will. A gender shift (if necessary), your clothes morphing into the navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants, a white shirt with a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves; everything Moxxie wore. But nothing could prepare you for the mental change. Moxxie's personality starts seeping into your mind, slowly replacing your own memories and characteristics. The mental transformation was much more prominent and took the final toll on your senses as your memories and personality began to mix with Moxxie's. At first, you resisted, trying to cling to your original mindset, but the foreign memories and personality traits would brook no arguments. They twisted and wound their way around your synapses, weaving themselves into the very fabric of your identity. You found yourself reciting lines from Helluva Boss scripts, actual events in Moxxie's life. You remembered being called "fat" by Loona and the relentless ridicule of Blitzo. You look at your reflection in a piece of broken glass, pale in the eerie crimson light. You can't believe it, you have become the exact clone of Moxxie, down to every last detail. The only words that escape from your mouth are, "I'm him." Once the transformation finishes, you find yourself in the IMP building, sitting at Moxxie's desk; a complete facsimile of the imp you used to find hilarious. Looking in the mirror, you see not your familiar face, but Moxxie’s popping rivulets of freckles and piercing yellow eyes. You feel an odd sense of evenness, of the balance being set right, a silent victory over your prior cynicism. As you embrace the reality of your new life, Moxxie steps back, satisfied. You may have been laughing at him before but now, you are him, and the cosmos echoes with a sardonic, cosmic laugh all its own.