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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with a reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The last thing I remember is sitting on the living room floor, the newest comic book in my hands. It had been just a quiet night at home when the world around me started shimmering, shifting as if crying out for a drastic change. Colors diffused, sounds echoed, and my stomach twisted, making me feel nauseous. Before I could do anything, my vision blurred and I felt a weird sensation, as if being stretched while someone was tugging at my soul. Suddenly, I felt different. No, not just different - I felt powerful, intimidating. The scent of cigar smoke filled my nostrils and I could hear laughter echoing from a far-off tavern. The room had stretched out and was dominated by a plush, velvety wallpaper with the impression of a world far from the one I knew. Gone were the ostentatious wooden furniture and replaced by grand Victorian-like interior decor – claw-footed tables, vintage chandeliers, wine-colored curtains... Just like the world Crimson lived in. Horrified, I glanced down at myself. No longer the compact body of a child, I was taller and bulkier. My pajamas had been replaced with a sleek, high collared shirt underneath a navy-blue coat, with red-lined lapels and vibrant red buttons. Dapper dress pants and polished red-heeled shoes adorned my legs. Topping it off was a jet-black fedora, a perfect match for the attire. I felt my face, the usual softness replaced by the bristly texture of thick fur. My hands shot up to where my ears should be, instead, my fingers curled around long horns. They were black and white-striped, sturdy and sharp. My teeth felt the sharp edge of my fangs, a distinctive contrast to the normal rows of rounded teeth I had. To my utter disbelief, among the set of white fangs, one was golden. Frantically I tried to call out for my parents, but was horrified to find my voice mimicking Crimson's deep, rasp growl. I couldn't understand it, but every time I tried to remember my life as a human - the memory slipped away. But in its place were thoughts and feelings that clearly belonged to Crimson. A smirk playing on my lips brought a chill down to my spine. Smirking! Just like Crimson when he unperturbedly crushed his enemies. Dread rose in me, but Crimson's sadistic love for power suppressed it effortlessly. I could no longer remember who I used to be. The world I once knew had warped around me, forming a new reality. A reality shocked and horrified me yet I couldn't reject it. I was no longer a small human boy; I was Crimson. Leaning into the change, I could feel his ruthless aura flourish, his insatiable desire for power and control consumed me, his ruthless control pushing away my childlike innocence and vulnerability. I realized, finally, this was no transitory state. This was final, everlasting, and irreversible. Gone was the naive boy. He was replaced by Crimson, the formidable underworld figure. I was no more a human. I had become an imp - a mafia leader, a force to reckon with. As the euphoria of settling into the new persona faded, I lit a smoke, my mind clouded with gruesome thoughts that would have been unimaginable to my innocent, childhood self. I found relish in power, in chaos, in fear. The transformation was complete with my new mind fixated on the sinister entrapments of Crimson’s world. From within me stirred a familiar voice, booming, "Welcome to the helluva boss!" I had become Crimson, in reality as well as in spirit. Dark, terrifying, yet alluring. And there was no turning back.
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