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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Fizzarolli (from the animated series Helluva Boss), complete with gender change (if the reader's a female), clothes change, age change, height change, semi-robotification (arms and legs becoming robotic), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Fizzarolli's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Fizzarolli the jester imp). For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a tall, slender male imp with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. The story would be that Fizzarolli was getting tired of being the only main clown of his circus in Hell, so Fizzarolli (by some supernatural means) had briefly left the series' Hell and into the real world to kidnap the reader and sent the reader to the world of Helluva Boss before strapping the reader onto an invention that Fizzarolli discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into his clone, thus permanently turning the reader into Fizzarolli's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
"Ah," Fizzarolli's nimble robotic fingers tap at a strange device, his red and blue jester hat wobbling as he turns to look at you. "My dear human, it's showtime." You blink in confusion, stuck in a mysterious machine that Fizzarolli had strapped you into. The world was a blur until you realized that you were no longer in your world, but rather in the world of Helluva Boss, staring into the not-so-friendly face of the jester imp himself. "Wh-what...?" you try to ask, but a sudden bright light cut you off, a strange energy coursing through you. Suddenly, the feeling of your body changing overcomes you. You try to scream, but nothing comes out, as if your entire physical form was in the midst of reconstructing itself. You can feel your bones stretching, your body slenderizing. Your arms turn numb, then cold as they shed their skin and reconstruct into mechanical limbs. It's the same with your legs, you look down to see metallic parts in place of flesh. Cool blue circles brighten on the shoulder joints and your knuckles, a reminder of your new robotic limbs. There's a tightness around your head; your hair falls away, replaced by the sensation of a large, searing burn across your entire scalp. Your cheeks tickle, followed by a sudden lurch in your stomach. You see two large, disjointed horns sprout from the top of your skull and down the back of your neck. They are cauterized to your head, damaged by the same phantom fire that left a scorching scar on the top of your scalp. Your tongue forks, black stripes appearing as though painted on by the world's cruelest artist. Your gender changes as well, your form more masculine, every mirror in the room reflecting back Fizzarolli's image. You are visually him, in his bright red and blue jester outfit, his white ruff, his black shoes with yellow hearts emblazoned on the front, and his clown makeup. Your mind starts to race as the realization sets in that you have completely become him. The worst part comes next, your memories and personalities start to fade away. You fight it, trying desperately to hold onto who you were, but with every passing second, it feels like you lose a piece of yourself. A joke here, a pun there; your mind fills with new memories, new personalities. Fizzarolli's. Now wearing the same body as Fizzarolli, your thoughts resonate with lewd suggestions, sexual jokes, and cruel remarks about sentimental relationships. All those memories, the time spent in Cash Buckzo's circus, the horrific accident, the branding and exploitation; it almost made you gag. "But...I...I'm not..." you try to fight it. You try desperately to hold onto who you were, but one by one, your memories slip away. Replaced by his personality, his experiences. You can't remember your name, your past, or even your favorite song. All you can remember is being Fizzarolli. "No, yer not," Fizzarolli cackles, poking at the machine. "You're me now." As you look into a nearby mirror, only Fizzarolli gazes back. All you can remember is being Fizzarolli; your past self is but a faded dream, an echo of a life forgotten. Your transformation is complete. You are Fizzarolli - the theatrical demon, the obnoxious jester, the hellish imp. And you feel an odd sense of belonging in his world. With a casual wave of his hand, Fizzarolli declares, “Welcome to the show, brother!"
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