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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 would be 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 a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind 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.
As you opened your eyes, you are greeted by the sight of Alastor, the mischievous Radio Demon from the vivid world of Hazbin Hotel. You blink in surprise, bewildered at his presence in your realm. His signature smile, filled with sharp, elongated teeth, carves its way across his face. "Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be a demonic entity?" he inquired. The rich timbre of his voice echoed around you, a bouncing melody full of ambiguity. "No, thanks." You retaliated quickly, but Alastor pays no heed to your stoic resistance. With a delightful chuckle, he said, "Come now, dear listener, I thought you might want something different, something... exciting." He shrugged nonchalantly despite the gravity of his intentions. Suddenly you found yourself being transported from the familiarity of your room; the throw pillows and richly glazed wooden furniture fade into the deep red ambiance of Hell. "We're in my world now," Alastor declared, and with a brisk snap of his fingers and a burst of black magic, your world alters completely. It's like being submerged in a whirlpool, your nerves tingling as the magic alters who you are at your core. You scream, mind spinning, and fight the sensation as though your sanity depended on it. Each new memory, new knowledge, each fragment of Alastor's idiosyncrasy intrudes your mind violently. The fear scuttles up your spine, but resistance is futile. The magic takes hold of your body. Gradually, you feel an elongation of your limbs, an odd sensation making your legs agile and willowy. Your body stretches taller, hitting a towering height of seven feet. You marvel at your long fingertips, deep red, and feel your teeth elongating, becoming sharp like daggers. Unseen fingers brush through your hair, styling it into a bob-cut and decorating it with two small black antlers. Your clothes shimmered, morphed. Your outfit swapped into a one similar to Alastor's, a red pinstripe coat elegantly fitting your body. It's a harmonic act, red dancing its way onto your skin and clothes. "Ah, you look just like me!" Alastor couldn't help but chuckle and give an approving nod as he paced around you, admiring his handiwork. In dismay, you stammer, "B-but, I’m.." you start, clutching the vestiges of your former identity, but your voice interrupted you. It wasn’t your voice. It was Alastor's voice. His resonant, smoky voice that brings an end to your protest, silencing your qualms with finality. The new memories of Alastor squeeze out your past, aggressively replacing old acquaintances and familiarity. "No longer. Welcome to the world of Hazbin Hotel," Alastor finally surmised, sketching an elaborate bow. He glanced at you, eyes gleaming in roguish delight, wholly satisfied with his mirrored counterpart standing before him. You suddenly felt very tired, and the line between your past life and current one blurred. With a last futile effort, you tried to remember your old self. But each memory was a hazy fog, becoming faint and even more distant. "You are Alastor, the Radio Demon." His words echoed in your consciousness while you felt the grip on your old self slipping away. The transformation was complete, and the memories poorly resisted were replaced by those of Alastor. With a jolt of shock, you finally surrendered to the transformation, adopting Alastor's treasonous grin. You felt invigorated, thrilling in the newfound power. "Why, hello, other Alastor," your voice, no longer yours, echoed Alastor’s words jovially. Towards the bewitching chaos of Hazbin Hotel, the two of you stride, two identical demons content in their malevolence.
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