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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Fizzarolli (from the adult animated series Helluva Boss), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, semi-robotification (arms and legs becoming robotic), 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 Fizzarolli'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 and only remember being Fizzarolli the jester imp). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a tall, slender male imp with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears or nostrils. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. For Fizzarolli's preferences, he likes ridiculing Blitzo (formerly), fame, working for Mammon, eating burgers, juggling, playing with airhorns, and spending time with Asmodeus (who he has a gay/homosexual relationship with), but he dislikes pirates (when he was a child), blood, sharp objects, obsessive fans, Mammon's abuse to Fizzarolli, Striker's breath, being exploited, disappointing Mammon, performing under pressure, and going outside alone. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You're just a normal nine-year-old boy, happily tucked into bed, when a strange sensation floods your body. The sensation is overwhelming; it's as though every cell in your being is humming, vibrating, realigning itself. You're taken aback at first, too confused to sense any fear, but soon the confusion turns into horror as you watch your arms morph into some bizarre metallic material, glowing with blue neon lights. “It is just a dream,” you reassure yourself weakly. Despite the internal dialogue and focusing on your deep breathing, you watch yourself reluctantly in your now gleaming mirror as your body grows rapidly in height, age progressing deftly. Your veins glow blue through your skin until they themselves transform - you have robotic arms and legs. Gradually your surroundings warp around you: your bedroom walls melt away and massive devilish skyscrapers rise around you, and wide firm horns sprout out from your head, damaged and asymmetries, and as you reach up to touch them, your hand freezes mid-air as you metal fingertips collide with raw flesh. Your freckled face twists into a gnarled scar as if dealt by a cruel flame, your nose and ears seemingly disappear, your teeth sharpening into neon blue fangs, and a reptilian tongue flickers between them. “Mom! Dad!” you yell out, feeling your alien face with mechanical fingers, but well, you aren’t in your bedroom anymore. The absurdity of the situation, the strangeness of your own body (or perhaps your new ‘grossed-up’, wounded clown-like body?) triggers something. No matter how hard you try to resist, your mind begins to change, your memories becoming distorted, replaced by unfamiliar yet vivid ones. Slide after slide, laughter, jokes being cracked, a pain-driven childhood, losing a friend to an accident, the exploitation by a powerful figure named Mammon, a successful career, a topsy-turvy love with the dear Asmodeus - all in a hasty sequence. No matter how hard you rack your brain, you cannot remember anything other than these new memories, about anybody who isn't related to the life of... Fizzarolli. An uncontrollable quirk elicits from you - a laugh, brimming with mirth, filled with regret and oozing with an undertone of vulgarity. You recognize the laughter - it’s from countless memories etched into your brain, your personality now embodying Fizzarolli's. Everything then pauses as you get a bit of your humanity back; your heart aches remembering your parents, the simpler life you lived. "Mom, Dad, I wish you were here," you whisper softly before the final shift takes over, wiping away your remaining past life. And then, the change settles in, the newfound personality is infectious, setting deep into your very core. You look at the scattered toys, the remnants of an innocent and forgotten childhood, now distant, ominous, irrelevant. “God, this stuff sucks anyway” you say, as Fizzarolli might, glancing at the world that used to be known as your old life, “it’s good to be back. Mammon, prepare for your clown!” You cackle, leaping out into your new world as if nothing had ever been different.
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