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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, the same age as Alastor's exact age, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, voice change (the reader's voice becoming the exact same voice as Alastor's voice), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) 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 hoof-toed feet and red clawed 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 has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form and control this shapeshifting ability, and return back to his default self on command), tentacle creation (the ability to produce black tentacles from his back and can create tentacles from outside his body, such as summoning tentacles through a portal), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). When in his full demon form, Alastor's body grow more elongated (making him even taller, more than 10 feet tall) and with broader shoulders (although his clothes grow with him to fit this form and his limbs become longer, his neck gains extra joints, and his black antlers grow in size to become massive black antlers. In Alastor's full demon form, his sclera turn black with his pupils turn into the shape of radio dials. His suit and ends of his mouth, in his full demon form, also gain stitches along them. For his personality, 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 manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), 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. For Alastor's preferences, he likes/loves smiling, invading people's personal space, his mother and her cooking, the "picture show", strong liquor, cooking, people failing, playing pranks, black coffee, bitter tastes, theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, and venison; however, he dislikes being touched, dogs (possibly related to his death as a mortal human in 1933), frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining his outfit. The story is that Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson, plus he wanted a twin brother) 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 his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his completely identical clone in both the body and the mind. The transformed reader is unable to stop smiling (he/she has a permanent smile against his/her will), with the reader trying to frown or push his/her mouth to the opposite emotions aside from smiling with his/her own fingers, but to no avail. During the physical transformation, the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening to him/her (as well as Alastor and the real world of the Hazbin Hotel universe) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (possibly by either closing eyes and/or by pinching himself/herself) to get out of this nightmare, but sadly, this is not a dream and it is all happening for real. Despite the reader's efforts, the reader is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
### A Shift in Perception You always found the idea of demons unsettling. They were purely malevolent beings who thrived on chaos and malice—a perspective you clung to with all your might. Turning off your screen, you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the oppressive weight left by the images of Hell's notorious Radio Demon, Alastor. The room felt colder than usual tonight. A chill crawled up your spine, and a sudden gust caused the papers on your desk to flutter. Turning around, you saw him, the very figure you dreaded and despised. "Ah, delightful! I adore surprising my guests!" Alastor's grin stretched unnaturally wide, filling the room with palpable dread. Your heart pounded. This couldn't be real. Alastor was just a character. How was he standing here, oozing malevolence while grinning from ear to ear? "Wh-what do you want?" Your voice trembled. "Isn't it obvious?" Alastor chuckled. "It's time for a change of perspective, my dear!" Before you could react, Alastor raised his cane, the vintage microphone crackling with a sinister energy. Shadows wrapped around you, squeezing tightly as if they were alive, pulling you into another dimension. Everything went black. When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in your room. The demonic landscape of Hell's Hazbin Hotel stretched out before you, a twisted parody of any hotel lobby you'd ever seen. "No, no, no!" you cried out, pinching yourself in hopes to wake from this nightmare. But pain shot through your arm, affirming that this was indeed reality. Your skin began to tingle and prickle painfully. Looking down, you saw your hands morphing. Your fingers elongated, becoming clawed and dark grey. A pinkish-red hue spread across your limbs. You tried to move, tried to scream, but your voice caught in your throat, replaced by an unnatural chuckle you didn't intend to utter. "Oh, don't bother resisting. It just makes it more fun!" Alastor's voice sounded both outside and inside your head. Your height shot up, your spine elongating painfully. You tried to frown, but your mouth seemed locked in a broad grin. Using your fingers, you attempted to force your lips into a different configuration, but they snapped back instantly. Your mind screamed; this wasn't right. This wasn't you. Closing your eyes tightly, you tried to push away the changes. Muscle memory became foreign, an invasive parade of memories not your own. A radio show, a mother’s cooking, the thrill of deals struck and lives ruined—these weren't your memories but Alastor's. "This has to be a dream. Just wake up!" Tears escaped your eyes, but they didn't stop the transformation. Golden antlers poked through your skull, black-tipped tufts of hair growing out in a distinctive style. You tried to remember your name, your past life, but it was fading fast. Instead, memories of a New Orleans far before your time flooded in. The confidence, the cunning, the sheer delight in others' despair—they seeped into your core. "No! This can't be happening!" You desperately shouted—or rather tried to, while the voice that emerged was not your own. It was Alastor's, full of vintage charm and unsettling charisma. You fought with all your might against the mental changes. You grasped for memories of friends, family, your daily life—but they were slipping like sand through your fingers. Instead, the Radio Demon’s memories firmly planted themselves in the void left behind. Your clothes shifted, becoming a red pinstripe coat, black dress pants, and pointed-toe boots. A bowtie adorned your neck, and a monocle settled over your right eye. Your height continued to elongate till you stood at an imposing seven feet. Finally, the transformation settled. Your mind, once a battleground, went eerily silent. The struggle to retain your identity ended with you on the losing side. You stood, still as can be, with that ever-present, unyielding grin. "Welcome to the family, brother!" Alastor greeted you with open arms and yet another unsettlingly broad smile. Scanning the lobby, you recognized every corner, every denizen. This was home. No longer was Alastor just a nightmarish character—he was you, and you were him. The skepticism, the fear of demons, all seemed like a distant aspect of a past existence you couldn't recall. "Shall we start our latest broadcast?" you—or rather, Alastor now fully in form—asked cheerfully, twirling the cane. The voice fit perfectly, and the mannerisms felt natural. "Indeed, let's give Hell something to remember," Alastor replied, his grin mirroring yours. Both of you entered the broadcast booth, ready to enthrall and terrorize Hell’s denizens with your infectious charm. The lesson was learned, whether in your original mind or the new one; perspective could be an ever-shifting cruel teacher.
The world around you suddenly spiraled into a chaotic mix of colors, the normality of your daily life abruptly halting as you found yourself transported to an unfamiliar universe. You recognized it rather quickly, being a fan of the animated series Hazbin Hotel, but you never dreamed it would be so...real. Your muscles stiffen as the towering, smiling figure manifests from the swirling darkness: Alastor, the Radio Demon. His broad smile doesn't falter as he strides toward you, his slim, ebony-tipped claws stretching out towards you ominously. "Silly human," Alastor chuckled, his voice the unmistakable grainy timbre of an old-timey radio program. "You view us as nothing more than monsters, don't you?" The demon tilts his head, his gaze flickering towards you with a dangerous glint. Before you could respond, a wave of supernatural energy emits from him, enveloping you. A sense of foreboding hits you as everything around you is suddenly painted in the shade of red and a pins-and-needles sensation prickles over your entire body. Checking your reflection in a nearby mirror, you would find yourself looking straight at Alastor. Your body was changing to precisely replicate his, your clothes morphing until you wore an eerily identical outfit, down to his signature monocle. The smile that was etched on your face wouldn't cease, and it wasn't just any smile. It was Alastor's unnaturally broad grin filled with sinister, sharp teeth. You tried shutting your eyes to stop this nightmare, tried forcing your lips to purse into a frown but nothing changed. The smile remained permanent. Your gender, voice, and memories began to fuse with Alastor’s, each element jumbled in one horrifying amalgamation. You felt your chest tighten with trepidation as his persona engulfed yours, his charming demeanor and cunning intellect becoming yours. Old memories faded away and were replaced with images of a past life and the world of '30s New Orleans. In your new form, you gazed upon the unfamiliar territory you’d only seen on screen prior. Trying to remember your old self, your old life, was like grasping at wind; just when you thought you had it, it slipped away, leaving you with only the echo of Alastor's haunting laughter. He had succeeded, you were an exact duplicate of the Radio Demon in both mind and body, the transformation irreversible. In the mirror, your reflection was identical to Alastor's, your body unnaturally slim, your height towering, your complexion a pale beige. The antlers poking from atop your head were no illusion - they were real, jutting and as black as the abyss. As you adjusted to this unusual transformation, Alastor’s unique traits settled within you. The art of demon transformation, tentacle creation, shadow manipulation, all began to feel less alien and more...natural. Your voice echoed Alastor's, the transatlantic accent and sound akin to an ancient radio automatic. Other abilities began to surface, broadcasting, bilingualism, cooking, even the various magical aptitudes came with precision. As days passed in Hell, you adapted. No matter how much you missed your past self, how much you missed your life, accepting your new existence was the only way forward. You were the Radio Demon now, you were Alastor... And the smile on your face would not, could not, fade away.
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