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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, 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 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). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. 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 (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As the POV character, the transformation will take you on a unique and breathtaking journey. The transition from an ordinary 11-year-old boy into the powerful and imposing Crimson from Helluva Boss. In the beginning, it starts subtly — a seemingly ordinary morning. Your heart begins to drum in your chest, your palms turn sweaty, and everything seems too bright, too sharp. The world around you seems alien and you shiver in your skinny t-shirt and shorts, not quite understanding why it suddenly feels chilly. “Mom! Dad!” Fear flavors your voice, but they don't come. The world warps around you; the edges bend in, reality squeezing out of its usual shape. You try to resist this change, but it's too powerful, too compelling. Images of Hell from Helluva Boss flash before you, replacing your homely surroundings. Your body starts to change. Starting with a quick jolt of growth and you become tall. Legs, unlike the skinny limbs you once claimed, take shape. Strong and planted firmly on the ground. A strange sensation travels through them and you look down to see cloven hooves instead of your familiar bare feet. Your heart pounds harder, but it isn’t the only change. A rake of pain slides down your back, and when you reach back, you feel a tail, crooked and bent with a double fork at the end. In your panic, you notice your skin turning a darker shade of red, toughening at the touch. You look into a mirror, and an imp peers back. Your boyish features replaced with sharp edges and strong lines. An imp that bears white hair, striped horns, and golden yellow sclera. Two different white markings surround your eyes, the right being larger than the left. A row of sharp teeth fills your mouth. One is solid gold. It's a savage imp gaze staring back at you, not the innocent boy's eyes that once reflected. Your clothes grow with you. The red high-collar shirt appears around your neck, tight and restrictive, the navy blue coat with light blue accents fitting perfectly over your broad shoulders. Your legs, now muscled and strong, are garbed in dark blue striped pants. You pat down your coat, realizing that you're now dressed in the likeness of Crimson. Your squeaky voice catches in your throat. It’s deep, gravelly. “Wha-What's happening?” you bark out, the sound scaring off your boyhood innocence. There's a fedora on a nearby hook. Your hand reaches out for it instinctively, and you set the black fedora, adorned with a red and white band, atop your white-haired head. The transformation is complete. The boy once reflected in the mirror is now just a distant memory — replaced by the imp Crimson. Just as the physical change is complete, your mind begins to shift. Memories of playing in the park, laughter at the dinner table with your parents, attending school, all of them start to dissipate. It’s scary, and you want to fight it, but it's like trying to hold onto sand. Instead, new memories fill your mind: a life filled with crime, shark-like demon gangsters obeying your every order, and an unquenchable thirst for power over empathy. You remember being ruthless, horrifically abusive to a demon named Moxxie. The thought of such malevolence makes you halt but fails to prevent the trickle of warped satisfaction hidden deep within. There are thoughts that scare you – planning to kill blood-related family members… your wife? It's a dark, unexplored corner of your mind that you're terrified to uncover fully. The fear and panic finally subside by the time the sun is setting. You raise your clawed hand, observing it in the dying light. There's an invisible strength, a sense of fearlessness that you've never experienced before. You're no longer the boy who was eagerly waiting to play video games in his room. You're Crimson now, living in a world that you could only imagine in your wildest dreams. “I am Crimson,” you say, hearing the absolute power in your words. “And I’m here to stay.”
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