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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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 or friend 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 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.
The console hummed, painting the twilight-graced room in an eerie, violet glow. Opposite the humming machine, ensnared in gleaming restraints, the reader and their friend sat awaiting their fate. The figure looming over the controls, Crimson, chuckled darkly. He had intercepted their laughter, their mockery of his defeat at the hands of the I.M.P, and he wasn't one to let slights slide. "Ready to face the music, funny boys?" Crimson crooned, his yellow-eyed gaze boring into his captives with chilling delight. He inspected the machine with a hint of hatred. "An invention I found, and I gotta say, it does wonders." The two humans, still reeling from their abrupt abduction, shared a glance. They were far from their typical existence, in the hands of an unpredictable creature straight out of a cartoon – one they had mocked ignorantly. In a swift motion, Crimson flicked the switch. Arcs of energy thrummed the invention to life. A single, piercing beam split the room, casting spots in their vision. For the first time since their capture, panic seized the human pair, and they writhed in their restraints, futilely fighting an inevitable fate. Soon, pain gnawed at their bones – stretching, distorting, warping. Their cries echoed off the vaulted ceilings of Crimson's stately abode, a sweet symphony to his ears. But as the transformation proceeded, the horrifying pain mingled with an equally fearsome calm. Their features morphed, twisted, changing to mirror Crimson's own. Hair whiten, skin redden, voices deepen; their bodies lengthened, transfiguring into Crimson's towering height. However, the metamorphosis didn't stop at the physical level. As their features reflected that of the vengeful demon, their minds underwent a parallel transformation. Their memories dissolved, memories that formerly painted their human personas, their lives, their identities. As every reference of their past disappeared, new memories surged in, molding their minds into an identical replica of Crimson's. The reader and their friend felt their personalities altering, their thoughts growing much darker and merciless. Echoes of their former selves twisted into warped shapes, drowned mercilessly in the powerful sea of Crimson's ruthless designs. Laughter, masculine and ominously familiar, disgraced the still air as two sets of yellow eyes, identical to Crimson’s, stared back at their creator. Identical clones of Crimson, dressed in similar high-collar shirts and navy blue coats. A shared wicked grin pulled at their lips. "Welcome to the family, boys," Crimson smirked, enjoying the sight before him – power hung tangible in the air. The clones - their memories claiming they had always been Crimson's twin brothers - reciprocated the sentiment, each filled by the same robust energy of power and fear their creator exuded. Feeling delightfully at home in this chaotic world, their voices echoed in unison, "Pleasure to be here, brother," embracing the horrifying transformation as if they had been waiting for it all along. Suddenly, the real world seemed a place they've never inhabited, and Crimson's world, the only one they belonged to.
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