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"This is just great - now I have two of them!" "What the hell am I supposed to do with TWO Alastors?"

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile 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 hoofed toes and red 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 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 voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, 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. The story is that Alastor was getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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Title: Twin Alastors: A Twisted Tale Once upon a time, there were two inseparable friends, Sam and Alex, who were the biggest fans of Hazbin Hotel. Every evening, after school, they would entertain themselves by diving deep into the bewitching world of Alastor, the charming radio demon from the show. On one such usual day, their lives unpredictably spiraled into an uncanny direction. Lying on Sam's bed was a mysterious large red envelope. There was no indication of any sender or postage details. Warily, Sam opened the envelope, and out flew a blinding flash, materializing into the phenomenal figure of Alastor. He stood, nearly intimidating, his seven-feet-tall frame towering over the two awestruck friends. His sharp yellow teeth flashed against his dark red pinstripe coat, and his red eyes flickered with an eerie delight. At first, they thought they were dreaming. They kept reiterating that this wasn't possible, with disbelief masked across their faces. But the sharpness of Alastor's voice echoing around their room brought them back to reality. "Well now, isn't this just picture-perfect? Two little fans awaiting their favorite demon from Hell!" His grating laughter filled the room. Then his tone became ominous. "I've been watching you two, reading disgraceful stories about me being turned into something I'm not. It's distasteful, to say the least." A smug smile was plastered on his face. "And so, I decided it was time for some education." Before they could comprehend the drastic turn of events, Alastor's dark magic cast out in a pitch-black wave, consuming both friends. Their bodies felt as if they were being split open, their minds were being torn apart. Their bodies elongated, grew more robust, the texture of their skin turned beige. Their hair shortened drastically into bob-cuts tinted with red and black, sharp antlers sprouting from their crowns. Their eyes morphed into dark-red orbs with unnervingly bright red irises. The same red spread across their bodies, appearing on their forearms, lower legs, hoofed toes and fingers. Their attire changed in tandem, snugly fitting into Alastor's signature red pinstripe coat, a bright red dress shirt adorned with a black cross, and long black dress pants with vibrant red cuffs. Everything from his monocle to his bowtie, gloves, boots started manifesting onto them, perfectly replicating the look. The same voice echoed in their heads with jubilant laughter, "Twins! Perfect little Alastor twins!" Freaked out, Sam cried, "This is impossible!" The voice that came out was eerily similar to Alastor's own. Alex tried to protest the changes, but their attempts were futile. Their minds were being washed over by another consciousness. Being pushed back, they could feel their memories and personalities dissolving, paving the way for something unfamiliar. They resisted, struggling against the tide of this new persona, splintered pieces of their selves clawing to stay intact. Yet, every second saw them losing more of themselves, replaced by Alastor's persona. Laughter bubbled up unexpectedly from their throats, Twenties' lingo slipped effortlessly from their lips, their thoughts becoming drenched in the utter charm and brutal whimsy of the radio demon himself, until nobody else was there. Soon, their struggles lessened, the remaining bits of Sam and Alex's conscious faded away, replaced entirely by two brand new Alastors. "Now remember," Alastor admonished them in a tone of feigned serenity, "Do not mistake this me for any other. I am not bound to change for anyone, much less some twisted fan fiction. Got it, my dear Alastor twins?" "Yes, 'course we got it, darling," Sam, or now the second Alastor, replied, his words flowing with the same charismatic charm, grinning with the same set of neatly sharp teeth, and all memories of a distant past completely overridden by the fascinating world of Hazbin Hotel and their current, new identity. The room echoed with the combined laugh of three Alastors, brimming with power and a peculiar sense of satisfaction.

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Dec. 5, 2023, 1:09 p.m.

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Published: Tuesday, December 5, 2023

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