Now that they are clones of Crimson, the reader and his/her friend/sibling's genders are changed to male, with Crimson also giving them his memories and personality to completely replace their own m

Upon stepping into your usual, homogeneous living space after a long day, you find it eerily distorted. Yes, it’s your regular world – everything you’ve ever known - but something’s off. This anomaly is personified by a peculiar figure named Crimson, a character from the "Helluva Boss" series that you know all too well. He's inexplicably standing right in the middle of your living room, brimming with fiery hostility. He snarls, shifting his intimidating eyes from you to your friend or sibling who happened to be with you during this strange occurrence. With a quick flurry of motion, you and your friend or sibling are snatched by Crimson, whisked away from your world, and pulled into the chaotic yet somehow structured world of Helluva Boss. Now in Crimson's sinister home adorned with peculiar mementos of his various conquests, you find yourself harshly strapped into a peculiar invention that Crimson found in an alleyway. Your friend or sibling is immobilized next to you, sharing your palpable terror. Despite your pleas to be released and your attempts to remember any detail that could be helpful, an unnerving smile creeps onto Crimson's face. He flicks a few switches on the machine before activating it, and your world goes blur. When your vision clears once again, you realize something is despicably wrong. The usual casual clothing you and your friend or sibling wore has now morphed into a red high-collar shirt that squeezes around your new neck, topped by a navy-blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. Your legs are uncomfortably forcing themselves into dark blue pants with thin red stripes, and your feet are squeezed into black and red-heeled dress shoes. Your hands automatically reach up, feeling peculiarly shaped horns protruding from your head. Your hair, once a color that made you recognizable in your own world, is now stark white. Could it be that you've now inherited Crimson's body? In a desperate attempt to affirm this unbelievable occurrence, you hastily peel yourself off the machine and stumble towards an ornate mirror hung conspicuously on the opposite wall. The reflection staring back at you is an exact replica of Crimson, complete with his devilish grin and golden tooth. Even the smallest details, such as the white accents adorning the middle of your now-crooked tail fork, are present. Seeing your friend's or sibling's reflection right beside you only solidifies your hypothesis: you both have been transformed into identical clones of Crimson. Your human memories — birthdays, family barbecues, school days — are suddenly being shattered and replaced with Crimson's experiences and feelings. Your mind gets filled with memories of vengeful battles with I.M.P, animosity for Blitzo, and an omnipresent pride in being a mafia boss. Crimson’s personality, along with his hatred, demands, and ambitions, surge within you, erasing every trace of your past human existence. As much as you want to fight it, it's practically impossible. The pre-emptive dread of losing yourself in another identity is ultimately replaced with acceptance. You don't remember anything other than being Crimson now, as does your friend or sibling. The two of you now accommodate Crimson's mindset entirely, ready to assist in his revenge against I.M.P, embodying the peculiar perception of 'the more, the merrier.' It’s a whole new reality - a distorted mirror image of what once was. As Crimson regarded his new identical twin brothers, the sudden influx of triumphant laughter echoing in the room sent chills down your spine. Or rather, it now feels more like a roar of victory, ready to wreak havoc on your enemies at your new brother's side.