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Question: Write a transformation story of Blake Hooton (a human male of late 20s) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with weight loss (becoming much thinner), age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), height progression, reality/world change (Blake's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with Blake'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, 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 Blake's appearance, he is a American human man with tan skin, short dark brown hair, a slightly robust stomach yet with fair build, and brown eyes. He wears a red t-shirt, dark blue pants, white ankle-socks, and black tennis shoes. Blake is antisocial and is prone to aggression, but is otherwise fair for his family. He loves Facebook games, looking at World Cup series stuff (despite not participating them), Olympics stuff (despite not participating them), gaming, lions, and fast food, but he dislikes his mom's bossy treatment, pasta, fruits and veggies, animals in general, and no WiFi. For Angel Dust's appearance (after Blake 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.
The transformation of Blake Hooton into Angel Dust was something beyond imagination, beyond the realms of what was deemed possible in their world. Much had been written and speculated about transformations in science, literature, and folklores, but nothing came closer to the occurrence that befell Blake one fateful evening. Blake, living a quiet life in his late 20s with his slight midriff protruding from too many fast food meals and little social interaction, felt a surge of strange energy pulsating through him one evening. As he sat in his red t-shirt and dark blue jeans, playing Facebook games and avoiding his mother's bossy calls, a flashing white light in the corner of his room caught his attention. It intensified until everything else faded away. His surrounding reality started warping, the walls of his room dissolving into a distinctively grim appearance, something akin to a dark and twisted version of a Casino in New York. Shadows of strange figures shrouded around him, dancing mockingly. Blake noticed with astonishment that his previously tan skin was now an unfamiliar white, the floor growing distant as he mysteriously elongated. The transformation was rapid and vigorous, his human body distorting and shaping unnaturally. He felt his once sturdy build soften and slenderize, mimicking an almost feminine curvature. Something was happening to his arms as well, it felt as if he had more than his standard pair, it felt like a bizarre arachnid-like mutation. He looked down to see three pairs of slitting arms. His once stomach flattened, and his short, dark hair morphed into a fluffy mound of white with pink splotches. He noticed a peculiar mound of fluffy fur where his belly once protruded, now looking similar to a woman's chest. Before his inching height and weight-loss could sink in, something begun happening to his mind. His love of lions, the World Cup, and the Olympics faded, replaced by a love of money, Italian food, and strangely, a fondness for pink color. He felt a strong compulsion to cook, pull pranks, and an inkling for being abrasive. His hatred for fruits and vegetables remained the same, yet surprisingly pasta was no longer on his list of dislike. Memories of his quiet life fluttered away, replaced rapidly by a deluge of strange, yet vivid memories. He was a sinner, condemned to a life in hell, the bossy Valentino— his very essence was slowly being replaced by that of Angel Dust, the eccentric spider-like denizen of the underworld known by the inhabitants of Hazbin Hotel. His voice echoed an accent he had only heard on television, distinctly New York. His eyes changed, one with light yellow sclera, the other was dark, his irises turned cerise pink. Blake even felt his sexuality shift, no longer inclined towards women, but now to men. His mind scrambled to retain his original memories, his original personality, but Angel Dust was overpowering, settling in, and started to become what felt like Blake's true self. The final remnants of Blake disappeared, replaced entirely by Angel Dust. The transformation becoming permanent, irreversible. Now standing at a towering eight feet, in a light pink suit-blazer, reddish-grey miniskirt and thigh-high boots, Blake was nowhere to be seen. It was Angel Dust, in all his eccentricity now stood where Blake used to be. From being merely a spectator of the World Cup and Olympic games, Blake, or rather, Angel Dust, was now a part of something much wilder, something beyond reality, a world where sinners lived, a place known by the name of Hazbin Hotel. He was now Angel Dust, forever.
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