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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 hoofed toes and red 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. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
This was not the typical day for a reader who was an ardent fan of the 'Hazbin Hotel' series. As the fan delved into reading another book about the popular character, Alastor, a sudden and unexpected encounter pulled her from her comfortable couch. "Hello, dear reader!" An all too familiar voice chimed, a transatlantic accent crisp in her ears. Standing before her was none other than Alastor himself, his sharp grin stretched wide, jarringly intimidating. Before she could process this strange encounter, the ground beneath her fell away. She found herself in Hell, the world of Hazbin Hotel. Confusion and fear gripped her heart, but before she could react, Alastor's grip was on her shoulder, his red claw-like fingers pressing into her soft flesh. "I hope you're ready for a truly immersive experience," Alastor chuckled, his ruby-red eyes intense. He extended his other hand, a black magic conjuration swirling menacingly around his fingers before seeping into the flesh of the helpless reader. She immediately felt a wave of changes ripple through her. Her skin faultlessly adapting Alastor's unique beige hue, her height drastically increasing until the Hellish surroundings seemed less daunting, her body thinning out and fitting neatly into Alastor's signature red pinstripe coat. Her once soft features were replaced by Alastor's more angular features: a broad smile, full of sharp yellow teeth took over her sweet grin. Her eyes grew, their sclera darkening into a haunting red, irises glowing with a sinful scarlet light with thin black pupils. Clothing morphed seamlessly, pinstriped dark-red lapels piped with white frayed elegantly over Alastor's typical shirt and cross-over black trousers. His glove-like hands clung to her, their fingertips burning in the same red hue as their owner's. Her once flat female chest altered, becoming more rectangular to match Alastor's masculine build. Her scalp tingled as a bob-cut hairdo took over her once long locks, peppered with black tips and tufts of hair extending to mimic the deer ears of her captor. Small black antlers began to grow, and she could feel hooves at the ends of her legs. The last traces of her femininity were swept away as her mind began to bubble and blur with memories that were not her own. They were Alastor's - his past, his ambitions, his personality. His charming, dandyish behavior and old-fashioned values seeping into the crevices of her mind. Every fiber of her being screamed to fight, to hold on to who she was, but her thoughts were gradually losing the battle. "Ah, isn't this a thrilling picture show," Alastor clapped delightfully as her transformation came to its end. “A charade for even I myself to enjoy!” The reader, now a mirror image of Alastor, stared at their identical reflections in the polished underside of a car. They smiled, their gaze flitting between their mirror image and the real Alastor. Deep down, a pang of fear tugged at her, but it was swiftly drowned by Alastor's dominant personality. She rose, her movements reflecting Alastor's signature grace. "Indeed," she answered, her voice boasting the same Transatlantic accent as Alastor's. Alastor laughed, delighted with his creation. The reader belonged to Hazbin Hotel, to Hell, just like the rest of them. Her identity was forgotten, replaced by Alastor's memories, personality, and perhaps, even his madness. She was no longer a reader, a her. They were Alastor. They were HIM.
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