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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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, 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). 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. 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. The story would be that Crimson's shark-like demon mafia group (with Alessio leading the other shark-like demons) wanted a leader of their own, and (unbeknownst to kid reader) the show's characters are self-aware. So out of supernatural reasons, the shark-like demons briefly leave the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and bring him to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world, before they strapped him onto an invention that the demon mafia discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into Crimson (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.
Even at the tender age of seven, the reader was an avid watcher of the animated television series “Helluva Boss,” particularly, he was intrigued by a twisted yet compelling character named Crimson, who was the cold-hearted, ruthless leader of a mafia packed with shark-like demons. At this age, however, little did the reader know that actions leading up to one fateful evening would change his once normal human life forever. As the boy idly played with his toys whilst watching his favorite show, his innocent world was about to be shattered. Suddenly, his television screen started to flicker, the animated sharks of the show thrashing violently on the screen. A sense of dread crept into the room as the sharks grew larger, more realistic, ripping through the digital boundaries and breaching into the physical world. The leader, Alessio, his eyes gleaming nefariously, looked at the terrified boy. "We need a capable leader, kiddo," he grinned, showing off his sharp, gleaming teeth. Crying out for his parents, the boy was hoisted from the ground by the monstrous creatures, whisked away to a horrifying dimension that mirrored the criminal world from his favorite show. He was brought before a replica of Crimson's house, strapped onto an other-worldly machine lying in an alleyway. "Resistance is pointless, kiddo," Alessio growled, turning a dial on the machine. Crimson appeared on a screen, sneering as his voice rang in the air, "Time to let go, child.” Locked into the machine, the boy desperately tried to fight off the impending transformation, pleading for his parents while trying to keep hold of his humanity. His pleas, however, merely echoed in the eerie emptiness. A sickening lurch coursed through him as a wave of excruciating pain crashed into him. His body elongated, bones contorting and shifting gruesomely. His human legs reformed into plantigrade ones, ending with red cloven hooves. His mouth filled with sharp fangs, one morphing into a gold tooth. The boy could feel his horns, striped black and white, sprouting from his scalp. His hair bleached white, tail ripping through his backside; the transformation was ghastly. His clothes festered and fused, forming a red high-collar shirt and a navy-blue coat. Crimson's black fedora seemed to materialize out of thin air, resting on his newly white-haired head. His body, gradually taken over by the transformation, was becoming distinctly Crimson's. His height and stature were now those of a fully-grown imp, the once small boy now a towering figure over the shark-like demons. With the physical change, came the mental alterations. Past memories started to fade away, replaced with new violent thoughts and remembrances of the criminal exploits he now knew he had committed. He felt himself digging into a mental reserve of cigarette smoking and lavish living, and the idea of trinkets made out of human body parts left him giddy. He could feel a burning desire for power and wealth surging within him, but beneath it all, there was an underlying calm - a streak of jovial character, a natural charisma that came alive when he wanted it. Despite his horror, the boy found himself losing the battle. He could feel himself accepting the power, the ruthlessness, and the charisma of his new identity. His new persona was enveloping him like a second skin - cold, callous, and unfeeling. Resistance was futile. The boy was gone, only Crimson remained. A chilling laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sense of triumph on the shark-like demons' faces. Alessio looked at the once innocent seven-year-old, now morphed into the embodiment of his object of fear. "Welcome, Crimson." The words echoed in the new leader's mind. Despite himself, he felt home. He was Crimson, the imp mafia leader, forever trapped in his new reality. Crimson's last fading thought of the boy was a fleeting echo, a final gasp of the old identity forever swallowed by the new. Now, there was only a chilling, all-consuming darkness that he embraced fully. Crimson was born, ready to reign and rule his underworld kingdom. The young boy was no more.
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