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Question: Write a 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.
The young boy was lounging in his room, completely engrossed in watching Helluva Boss on his computer screen. The character Crimson had always intrigued him, his ruthless nature perfectly portrayed, an aura of intimidation effortlessly radiating from him. The boy admired the character but never, in his wildest dreams, imagined that he too would become Crimson. Suddenly, the lights in his room flickered and the ground beneath him rumbled. His heart pounded against his chest as the room started shaking, things falling off the shelves. Was it an earthquake? But just as soon as it started, it stopped, leaving him in complete darkness. The next sensation overwhelmed him, he could feel his body grow, stretching taller and taller. At first, he was clueless about the chaotic string of changes he was going through, as his seven-year-old body didn't remain small and fragile anymore. A sudden rush of power flowed through him as he grew, his body feeling stronger. His skin tingled as coarse white hair sprouted from his scalp. His clothes felt too tight, too small for his transforming body. His regular t-shirt and shorts morphed, turning into a red high-collar shirt and dark blue pants. A navy blue coat appeared, adorned with light blue accents and red stripes. His regular sneakers transformed into black and red-heeled dress shoes as his feet had turned into red cloven hooves. He felt something atop his head, reaching up, he felt the touch of a black fedora. Horrified by the transformation, he called out for his parents, but instead of his usual childish voice, a deep tone echoed around the room. Alarmed, he approached the mirror on his wall. Staring back at him was the face of Crimson; he could see the black and white striped horns, the yellow sclera with white markings around his eyes, and the golden fang among his white teeth shined ominously in the dim light. "No, no, this can't be happening!" He pleaded desperately, but his body wasn't his own anymore, and his mind was slowly starting to fade. Crimson's thoughts, memories, personality began to overpower his own. He remembered malicious deeds, criminal activities, and the pride he took in inciting fear in others, a disgusting thrill in mentally and physically abusing someone called Moxxie. He battled against the mental takeover. Tears welled up in his eyes, channeling every ounce of his energy into remembering his human life, his parents, his friends, his school, his favorite toys... But, it was all in vain. Crimson's memories displaced his own, pushing him back into a forgotten corner of his mind. "But I am... I'm..." His human identity was slipping away, his name forgotten. "I'm Crimson." Reality itself morphed around him, warping him into a completely different realm. The familiar scenery of his bedroom changed into an intimidating office. The petty human surroundings were replaced by a well-furnished room, accentuated by gruesome decorations, body parts of his unfortunate victims. His body stiffened as he acknowledged his new world, his new reality. Everything about him was different. Deep inside, the last trace of the seven-year-old boy whimpered in fear, begging for help, trying to hold on to the shred of his remaining humanity. But Crimson was here, imposing, mighty, and utterly ruthless. "Welcome, Boss," a voice echoed from the shadowy corner of his new reality, "We've been expecting you." Regret and fear were forgotten, replaced with a vicious smile that graced Crimson's face. All thoughts of the boy were buried deep, locked away. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he responded, owning up to his new identity, "It took me longer than expected, but here I am." In the end, Crimson was in control, the little boy a distant memory, swallowed whole in the transformation. Crimson stood tall, both ruthless crime boss and an imp demon, ready to reign his new reality. "Crimson," he repeated, a surge of anticipation washing over him, "Yes, that's me, ready, prepared, and eager to begin."
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