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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, height progression, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with all of 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 the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember ever 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.
For a moment, you – the reader – were sitting comfortably in front of your screen, scrolling through various works about Hazbin Hotel. The next second, your reality tilted as the room spun around you. You blinked, and suddenly, you found yourself standing in a lavish vintage-style bedroom - something completely removed from the mundane world you just left. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a figure - tall, slim and entirely too familiar, standing there with a manic grin entirely out of place - Alastor. He was grinning widely, his sharp, yellow teeth glistening under the dim light. "Ah! Welcome,” he beamed, tipping his hat to you. “I daresay, people can't ever resist the appeal of meddling in other's lives. Especially, myself." Suddenly, the room was filled with static, an eerie chant echoing. You could feel the floor shaking under your feet and a wave of panic washed over you. You attempted to resist, but your mind felt overwhelmed as a sudden surge of pain coursed through your body. Your skin turned beige, and your frame slimmed drastically. You could feel your bones stretching, suddenly finding yourself towering over most of the furniture in the room. The sharp pain subsided, giving way to a dull ache as your face morphed to mirror Alastor's. Before your startled eyes, two dark-tipped antlers sprung up, adding to your already considerable height. Your clothing morphed next, changing into a snappy red pinstripe coat and bright-red dress shirt. Your pants turned into long black dress trousers with matching bright red cuffs. A feeling of odd satisfaction surged through you as you admired your appearance, your fingers skimming over the rough texture of the black-tipped antlers. "Oh, looking good!" Alastor exclaimed, handing you a thin cane with a vintage style microphone attached. He motioned towards a large ornate mirror. A feeling of dread washed over you as you took a step forward. You saw Alastor. All seven feet of him, even when you knew it was supposed to be your reflection. Suddenly, your mind began to spin. You tried to hold onto something familiar, anything that would allow you to retain a smidgen of who you used to be. But it was futile. Your memories disappeared, replaced by Alastor's past. Your personality morphed - now you viewed the world with a transatlantic accent, referring to the chaos of Hell as nothing more than a "picture show." You still wanted to fight it, but every ripple of resistance was swept away by the tide of change. "Oh, dear reader, you brought this upon yourself," Alastor observed, his grin unwavering. But the figure in front of him ceased to be the reader. You were Alastor now - charmed by chaos, finding entertainment in the pandemonium, your unsettling yet charming persona tuning perfectly in the Hellish symphony. With a final wave of acceptance, the last piece of resistance crumbled. And as the room stabilized, so did your being. Banished was the worldview of a human from Earth. All that remained was the Radio Demon's essence in a new host. You looked in the mirror again. All you saw was Alastor. Your reflection smiled back, and it was the same gleeful grin that the real Alastor wore. "Well turned out, isn't it?" Your voice echoed eerily around the room, mirroring Alastor's perfectly. He responded with a chuckle, satisfied with your transformation. "There's no need to fight it, dear. We're perfect this way," Alastor said as he extended a hand towards you. Now, you couldn't agree more.
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