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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the reader's sibling/friend are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and his/her friend's or sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, making them completely forget that they were ever normal humans and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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, rather than digitigrade. One of Crimson's fangs is a golden fang. 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. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader and his/her sibling/friend) is self-aware and he hated how the reader and the friend/sibling were laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and the reader's friend/sibling and bring them to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader or his/her friend/sibling, he strapped both the reader and his/her sibling/friend onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned them both into his clones, thus turning the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Crimson's identical twin brothers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
"Stop snickering!" I jabbed my friend, Ryan, in the ribs. We were utterly engrossed in the Helluva Boss series, delighting particularly in the power dynamics and antics of characters like the imposing Crimson. Our laughter died at once when the TV flickered off suddenly, and our scoffing grins were frozen in place as a tall figure stepped out from it. Crimson himself, as malevolent as he was in the animated world, now stood in our living room, undeniably real and deadly. "How rude of you to laugh at my defeat," his voice boomed as we sat frozen, "you're coming with me." Faster than our disbelieving minds could comprehend, we were whisked away to a world familiar yet foreign, and thrown into a large, menacing house. Crimson's house. "Your laughter is going to cost you," He seethed, strapping us onto a contraption that looked ripped straight out of sci-fi. "Wh-what are you going to do?!" Ryan croaked out, starting to tremble. I could only gape at the looming figure of Crimson, mind racing but finding no possible solution. Suddenly, a sinking sensation crept all over my body. Cold shivers passed through as I looked over at Ryan. He was experiencing the same. My skin began to darken gradually into a shade of striking red, and a tail started to fork out. I could feel my height increasing, my body reshaping, clothes changing into the elegant yet intimidating costume of Crimson. I glanced towards Ryan. He wasn't Ryan anymore. Our eyes met, identical pairs with same yellow sclera. The same wolfish grin sketched onto our faces. Our minds were buzzing with alien thoughts, memories, and instincts; the warm, fond memories of our human lives dissolving into the cruel, ruthless persona of the mafioso, Crimson. "We're not human anymore," I heard myself utter, the sound oddly distorted and flat, devoid of the familiar lilt that used to be characteristic of my voice. Ryan - oh, wait, he wasn't Ryan anymore – nodded, a vicious smile stretching on his face mirroring the one I felt blooming on mine. We looked at each other and understood that we shared the same experiences, the same horrific past, the same ruthlessness and greed - Crimson’s attributes. I cast one last look at the mirror. Two pairs of yellow eyes glimmered back at me, my - no, our - white hair a stark contrast against our dark skin, horns jagged and daunting, a golden fang gleamed with every grin. "What do you say, brother?" I heard myself ask my identical twin, our personalities and memories completely replaced with those of Crimson, "Time to run the show?" "Indeed, and no one will treat us like a laughingstock!" He responded, a dark twinkle in our matching eyes. Our lives weren’t ours anymore, our minds weren’t either, and our past was forgotten, hidden under layers and layers of unknown memories. The old reflections were faded, and in their place, two imps stood side by side with revenge glinting in their eyes.
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