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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader completely 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) briefly left the series' Hell dimension and into the real world to kidnap the reader and sent the reader to the Helluva Boss universe before strapping the reader onto an invention that Fizzarolli discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Fizzarolli's identical twin brother, and the transformation is permanent and irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You touch the remote, flipping channels until you paused on the animated series, "Helluva Boss". A character, Fizzarolli, fills the screen. His flamboyant jester outfit, rendered in bright red and blue, matching his vibrant personality. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation, as if reality bends and twists around you, and then everything turns black. When you regain consciousness, you're face-to-face with Fizzarolli himself, in a strange world that seems to be Helluva Boss universe. The fear creeps into your mind. "Relax!", he says, holding up an odd-looking contraption, "It's just for a lark! It's high time I got some help around the circus. You'll make the perfect brother!” Despite your vehement protests, he straps you to the contraption and it hums to life. First, you feel a strange tingly feeling, as if thousands of pins and needles are pricking your skin. Your body contorts and changes, each alteration bringing a new sensation. You look down to see your body morphing. You feel your body stretch, becoming slender like Fizzarolli's. Your eyes burn, your vision shifting into shades of lime and pink. Your hands and feet become sleek and robotic, blue circles glowing on your newly formed shoulders and knuckles. Every atom in your body alters, drawing lines of searing pain as they reshape and rearrange. Your mouth stretches into a wide grin, teeth sharpening into the perfect neon-blue facsimile of Fizzarolli's. You try to call out, your tongue now forked and striped black. From your behind, an imp tail grows, striped in the same black and white pattern. Your ears vanish while a huge burn scar starts to form on your head. A sensation of horns growing, then receding, only to be replaced by a bright red and blue jester cap is overwhelming. Your new wardrobe manifests itself. Bright red and blue with yellow hearts and a black collar with bells located around it. Striped white and purple sleeves, along with pants. Equally colorfully patterned cuffs with yellow trim edging and yellow balls hang on your shoulders. Even the black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts form on your feet. Throughout this entire transformation, you fight, with every strand of your humanity to keep your memories intact, not willing to let go of who you are. The taste of your mother's homemade cookies, the warmth of your dog's fur, your first crush. But despite your best efforts, your memories get flooded by Fizzarolli’s. Every performance, every laugh, every crude jokes flood your mind, drowning your memories, washing away your past purposes and goals, replacing them with Fizzarolli's vulgarity and his love for crude humor. Your fight for the preservation of your identity is futile. Your mind loses the last bit of resistance and your memories, your personality, everything about you that was you fades away, only Fizzarolli remains. Your body aches as the transformation completes, and for a moment you are stunned. With a lopsided grin, Fizzarolli pulls you to a standing position, dusting off your new outfit. He mirrors your grin, and the one inside your mind. "Look at you! A perfect clone, my brother. Welcome to the circus!" As his words sink in, you can’t help but chuckle. You’re not afraid or annoyed anymore, rather, you’re curious and excited. You aren't you anymore; you're Fizzarolli.
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