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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/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 as Alastor, 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 identical 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 seeing humans making comics, picture sequences, and stories of him turning into random characters and creatures, and his is also sick and tired of being viewed as a pure 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 an identical 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 (he asks the transforming reader on how would the reader like it if the reader was the one transforming) 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 transformation (and before his/her memories and personality are replaced with Alastor's memories and personality), the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening was just a bad dream/nightmare and hoping to wake up, but sadly, this 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 the transformation 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).
Your heart races as you sit at your desk, illuminated by the dim glow of your computer screen. You scroll through message boards filled with fan theories and headcanons, which range from the absurd to the mundanely repetitive, all centered around characters from Hazbin Hotel. You’ve always been captivated by the macabre allure of Alastor, curious about his complexities, yet always distanced by the comfortable reminder that, at the end of the day, he’s just a character. But tonight, something feels different. A shiver runs down your spine, as if someone—or something—is watching you. You shake it off as paranoia, focusing back on the screen, but the feeling only intensifies. The air around you crackles with an energy that feels distinctly out of place in your quiet room. Before you can react, the shadows in the room extend and swirl, forming a dark vortex. Out steps Alastor, every unsettling detail in the flesh—or what passes for flesh among demons. His sharp yellow teeth glint, and his eyes lock onto yours, an eerie smirk plastered on his face. "Getting tired of those little comics and stories, I see," Alastor's voice echoes through your head, each word dripping with mock amusement. "Tiresome, aren’t they? Always turning me into something I’m not." You try to scream, but your voice sticks in your throat, terror turning your limbs to lead. The Radio Demon laughs—a chilling sound that reverberates around the room, leaving no corner untouched. "Fear not, dear reader, for I have a lesson for you," he continues, stepping closer. "How would you like it if you were the one transforming? Hmm? How would you fare then?" Before you can react, he snaps his fingers, and the world around you dissolves. You're falling, plummeting through darkness until you crash into a reality that's starkly different from your own. You recognize this place—Hell, from Hazbin Hotel. Your heart pounds louder and louder in your chest as you find yourself unable to move. "This can't be real," you whisper to yourself, trembling. "This has to be a nightmare." "Oh, it’s very real," Alastor says, appearing before you in a swirl of shadows. "And what’s real is about to get even more interesting." His eyes glow ominously, and you feel a peculiar sensation, like liquid fire coursing through your veins. Your fingers lengthen first, the skin tightening and morphing into a shade of dark grey near your claws. Panic grips you, and you try to pull them back to normal, but they only stretch further, turning pointed and menacingly thin. "How..." you stammer, feeling your neck elongate against your will, "how do I stop this?" "There’s no stopping it, my dear!" he crows, clearly reveling in your horror. "Just relax and enjoy the show." Your body spasms. Your legs extend rapidly, cracking and popping until they're unnaturally long and thin. You cry out, trying to move, but all you manage is a hollow laugh that sounds nothing like your old voice. Your skin begins to pall, turning a sinister beige as muscle and sinew reconfigure themselves. You feel your hair pull from its roots, twisting and reforming into a cropped bob-cut with black tips. Two sharp antlers burst through your scalp with a sickening crunch. “No, no!” you scream, but what comes out is a jubilant chuckle. “You’re doing splendidly!” Alastor says, delighted. You touch your face, feeling your mouth stretch into an eerie, permanent smile. You try to frown, to push your mouth into any other shape, but it won't budge. Your eyes sting as the sclera darken to a blood-red hue, the pupils narrowing into black slits. In a final, merciless twist, your clothes vanish, replaced by Alastor’s red pinstripe coat, dress shirt, black pants, gloves, and boots. A monocle materializes over one eye while a cane with a vintage microphone attaches itself to your clawed hand. You gasp, but it sounds like laughter. Your mind is assaulted by memories that aren’t yours: smiling at the Stock Market Crash of 1929, the scent of your mother’s jambalaya, the thrill of taking lives… “No! These aren’t mine! I’m not—” But the flood keeps coming, overwriting your own thoughts. Your 21st-century existence dissolves as Alastor’s sinister past—and personality—descend upon you. Bitterness and cunning replace your own traits, your fear turning into a perverse thrill. You struggle, but it’s futile. Every effort to remember who you were fades like mist in the morning sun. With one final, desperate cry, your old self is dissolved entirely, leaving only Alastor's memories and personality behind. Alastor—no, you, smile widely, looking at your new identical twin. "Welcome to Hell, my dear twin brother," you say, though your voice is not your own. Your permanent smile widens as you join Alastor in laughter, the sound reverberating through the very fabric of Hell. Now truly, there is no turning back. You’ve become what you once feared, a trick of fate and magic leaving you as Alastor in both mind and form. And Alastor—your twin—he looks at you with approval. "You see," he says, "the real monsters are often born out of ignorance and fear. And now, you no longer possess either." As the echo of your old self fades into oblivion, you embrace your new existence, a testament to the Radio Demon's might and cunning. You are Alastor, through and through, and the endless chaos of Hell now stretches before you to take part in with unbridled and immortal fervor.
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