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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning Moxxie (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height regression, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal person and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, being named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. He is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. The story would be that Blitzo (the leader and an imp), Millie (a female imp), and Loona (Blitzo's hellhound daughter) need/want their weapons specialist for their assassination group (I.M.P), and Millie wanted a husband of her own. So I.M.P crewmembers came to the real world from the Helluva Boss world and pulled/sent the reader (who was at first unaware of the animated characters being self-aware about real life) into the world of Helluva Boss, strapping the reader into an invention that Blitzo discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into Moxxie (in both body and mind), 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 settle into your usual relaxation spot, a hot cup of tea in one hand and a engrossing book on the other. A cocoon of warmth and quiet is a refreshing change in the midst of your monotonous days. Suddenly, a loud crash reverberates around your living room, forcing you to jump and spill your tea. Standing up, you spot a group of peculiar creatures in the middle of your living room, a frightening mix of demonic presence and child-like intentions. You recognize these faces. They're characters from Helluva Boss, a show you're quite the fan of. "Hiya! Blitzo here, we need your help!" The smallest of them announces cheerily. The tall female imp, Millie, steps forward, her eyes melt with longing, "And maybe your time..." Suddenly, before you utter a word, you're rushed through a portal, the scorching sensation of hell burning through your senses as you're deposited into a broken-down office space. A slight shiver of unease crawls up your spine. Fear? Possibly. Dread? Certainly. Excitement? Unavoidable. Blitzo unveils a peculiar contraption - it looks like an old chair combined with a grotesque amalgamation of mechanical parts and flashing lights. "It's near perfect! Found it in an alleyway," he says with a smug grin. "Now you just sit tight, this will be over before you even realize it." "C-Come on, there's no need for this," you attempt to reason, backing away slowly. You spot Millie's earnest gaze and no doubt of desperation lurking underneath, and you're inexplicably drawn to help. Every shred of your being fights to resist the changes, but the sight of Blitzo flipping a switch with gleeful anarchic joy chills you to the bone. Immediately a wave of indescribable sensation courses through you as your body begins to twist and morph. Your skin prickles as it shifts from a natural hue to a deep, vibrant red. A burning sensation erupts from your skull as you feel your hair transforming into pointed white spikes, followed by the growth of striped horns curling out from your head. Your eyes morph, yellow sclera with black slits replacing your normal irises. The pain is unimaginable as your body alters, it distorts, becoming shorter and as your humanoid figure morphs into a digitigrade frame. Hoove-like feet replace your toes, and there's a foreign sensation of a tail sprouting from your spine. Then there's the shifting of something more profound. Not physical, but mental. A flush of memories flood your consciousness, consuming, overwhelming, replacing. Your past life, your identity, everything you were before coming to Hell is being consumed by the ever-growing persona named Moxxie. You fight, you struggle, you'd do anything to remember who you were. With every new memory that manifests in your mind, your own memories blur until they disappear. Your struggles are futile as Blitzo's contraption does its job horrifyingly well. Your clothes morph last, transforming into a navy-black coat, black toe-less pants, a white shirt with a turtleneck, and a red bow tie. As the last gear on Blitzo's contraption clicks into place, the transformation is done. You are no longer you. You're Moxxie. You're shorter, a weapon specialist for I.M.P, married to Millie, bullied but vocal and realistic. You remember being clumsy and uncomfortable with unnecessary killing. The transformation is complete. Permanent. Irreversible. You wobble on your feet, attempting to get used to your new body. Millie encircles her arms around you, nuzzling against you. "My Moxxie," she coos. You smile. It isn't your smile; it belongs to Moxxie. Yet, there's a growing comfort in the unfamiliar. Blitzo claps his hands together, "Welcome aboard, Moxxie." Your name. You don't remember it being any different. Looking at the mirror, you see Moxxie's reflection in place of your own. The humanity you had once held so dear was replaced with an imp’s appearance that you had come to accept as your own. All your worries had been lost to the transformation and your new life in Hell. But you had your kindhearted wife and a supportive crew to guide you through it all. And for the first time since your transformation, this was your new reality.
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