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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 7 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 the 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.
As the boy sat in his room, surrounded by his assortment of toys and comic books, he couldn't foresee the world-altering events that were about to take place. A sudden feeling of dizziness overcame him, causing him to close his eyes and grip his head tight. As the disorientation faded, he opened his eyes and observed the transformation that was beginning, starting with his clothes. His casual everyday outfit gradually became a sophisticated, high-collar shirt gripping his neck, vivid in its redness. A navy blue overcoat with light blue accents materialized atop his shirt, followed by dark blue, thin red-striped pants and black and red-heeled dress shoes. "What's happening?" he muttered, looking at his new attire in confusion. Slowly, his body began to grow taller, overcoming the height of a mere seven-year-old boy and matching the stature of an adult male. His gaze focused on his hands, which started to grow in size, fingers morphing into short-clawed digits. Then his feet, which transformed from small boyish feet into cloven hooves, his palms twitching at the strange sensation. As he continued to transform physically, the reality around him warped and fluctuated. His bedroom dissolved, replaced by the dark, twisted vistas of Hell. His colorful toys shifted into sharp weapons and grizzled demons. The scent of sulfur and gunpowder now pervaded the air in the eerily familiar surroundings of Helluva Boss. He felt a powerful surge coursing through his brain, his memories began to change, gradually replaced by new ones, fitting of a yet unfamiliar character. "Mom! Dad!" he yelled, struggling to fight the mental alteration. But his shouts echoed unanswered in the empty, imposing space. His struggle lessened as his own memories faded, replaced by those of Crimson, the ruthless crime boss. His past recollections now consisted of organized crime and mistreating Moxxie, indulging in the pleasure of hanging body parts as decorations. Any thoughts of compassion or love were now filled with greed and power, the abuse and control over his 'family' now seemed natural to him. His physical appearance finalized now. His hair turned pure white, matching the black and white striped horns that had sprouted from his head. His body was covered in dark red skin, contrasting with his white hair and horns. And looking into a nearby mirror, he saw his eyes, with yellow sclera, and white markings that were distinct for Crimson. As the transformation concluded, the boy was no more. Standing instead was Crimson, in all his vicious and malevolent glory. A golden fang gleamed amongst his sharp fangs as he smirked at his reflection. "I'm not a boy anymore," he said, his voice booming and harsh, filled with an underlying threat of violence. "I am Crimson and always have been." The room fell quiet once more after his proclamation, and Crimson moved to sit in a familiar chair, putting his clawed hands behind his head and closing his eyes, entering a realm of eerie contentment. "I'm home," he sighed, leaning into the comfort that his dreadful power and command brought. There were matters to attend to, traitors to punish, gains to be had, and the thought excited him as he steadily descended into his new, permanent reality.
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