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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Once upon a time, there lived an 8-year-old boy named Daniel. Daniel enjoyed a typical life, doing ordinary things such as playing with his toys, watching his favorite cartoons, eating candy, and romping around in the park with his friends. However, everything was about to take a very peculiar turn. The first thing Daniel noticed was his insatiable thirst for Italian food. He would pester his mother to cook him spaghetti every night, and he grew an unexpected fondness for lavish pink outfits. This was strange, but not as unearthly as the thoughts that started replacing his innocent childhood dreams and mannerisms. His playful tantrums turned into crude jokes and jabs at his school mates, much to their surprise and his own. "Mom, Dad," Daniel tried to voice out his concerns one evening only to be interrupted by a sharp, unfamiliar accent slipping out from his tongue. His voice was deeper, crackling with an accent that had a clear New York twang to it. His parents brushed it off as him imitating some cartoon character, but Daniel knew something was bizarrely out of place. Within a few days, Daniel's ordinary world began twisting and morphing into something uncanny. His neighborhood seemed to be overlapping with another, much harsher, darker reality. His cute, cuddly toys turned into odd, sin-ridden creatures, and his placid suburban house seemed to exist in an eerie perpetual twilight. Landmarks changed, familiar faces started to turn into devilish caricatures, making Daniel feel like he was slowly being wrapped up into an alternative world—The world of Hazbin Hotel. More nights passed, and Daniel could see his reflection distorting. His young boyish face elongated, his hair turned a fluffy marshmallow white with light-pink highlights, and his height seemed to stretch endlessly, with long spider-like limbs sprouting out of his body. No longer did he see the reflection of an innocent 8-year-old boy but instead, the image of a demon known as Angel Dust. "Mom! Dad!" Daniel tried to call out, a sense of impending doom washing over him. But it was like screaming under water. His sprinted towards his parent's room, but halfway through the hallway, he stopped, forgetting the direction. He could not remember who he was looking for, or why. As the transformations occurred, Daniel started resembling Angel Dust more and more both in body and mind. The three cerise pink freckles appeared under his eyes, his clothing morphed into a long light pink blazer and coupled with a miniskirt and heeled boots, even adopting a retractable set of arms that he could summon at will. His mind was swirling, thoughts trouncing with fear and anxiety. Every memory of his 'previous' life was being replaced slowly yet steadily with the assertive, flirtatious, and sarcastic ways of Angel Dust. "Huh, what was I worried about?" He muttered to himself, his fears and worries about his transformation being replaced with Angel’s confidence. An image of Valentino flashed in his mind, a sense of dread and anxiety pooling in his gut. "That sleazebag better not mess with me today," he growled, his former personality being completely wiped out. His transformation ended with him standing in front of his boudoir mirror, staring at Angel Dust's reflection. There was no Daniel any more; he was now Angel Dust, and he was a permanent resident of Hazbin Hotel, the place nauseating and thrilling him all at the same time. He reveled in his particularly appealing form while internally cringing at the freakish beauty of Hell around him, all of the human world's memories now void, replaced by Angel Dust's consciousness. "Welcome to the show, toots!" He smirked, completely possessed by Angel Dust's flamboyant personality. His past as an innocent human boy named Daniel now a blurry mess. He was only the extravagant, crass, and undeniably alive Angel Dust—member of the damned, a sinner demon, and a resident of Hazbin Hotel.
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