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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into a completely identical clone of Alastor (from the adults cartoon series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (turning from female to male, if the reader was female before the transformation), age change, height progression, and, against the reader's will, mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he/she was a mortal human and only remembered ever being Alastor the Radio Demon). 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 on his otherwise-human-like face. 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 takes place after this other story: https://www.theinternet.io/articles/ask-ai/the-transformed-echo-cherri-bombs-unwanted-conversion-into-alastors-mirror-image/ . After turning Cherri Bomb into Alastor's new doppelganger, he wanted more fun and more clones of himself, and he, along with his doppelgangers, temporarily teleported into the mortal realm to kidnap the reader, sending the reader to Hazbin Hotel's depiction of Hell, so (against the reader's will) he used supernatural powers to transform the human reader, with the reader trying to resist the physical and mental changes, but to no avail (with the reader trying to use his/her fingers to push away a permanent smile and to frown, but to no avail and he/she is permanently smiling as Alastor's doppelganger, as both the original Alastor and his other doppelgangers, formerly Vaggie, Husk, Sir Pentious, and Cherri Bomb, said something like " Smile, my dear! You're never fully dressed without one"). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Your evening had taken a turn for the bizarre. One moment, you were curled up under the covers, immersed in the latest fantasy novel. The next, you find yourself ripped from all familiarity, hurled into a universe where the laws of reality seemed to be just mere suggestions. Hell. The infamous Hazbin Hotel, to be precise. The sight before you was alarming, but what was more terrifying was who had brought you here. Alastor, the enigmatic and powerful Radio Demon, was staring back at you, his grin full of sharp yellow teeth gleaming in the dimly lit room. Surrounding him were replicas of him, each one mirroring his calculating gaze and wide, almost menacing smile. "My dear, it's only fair to share the joy, don't you think?" His words held an eerie sense of enthusiasm, a stark contrast to the dread swelling within you. "A unique opportunity to join the beloved Alastors," he continued, gesturing at the doppelgängers. His voice, it reminded you of an old: classic; scratchy; full of that mischievously charming quality. Before you could protest, a wave of energy washed over you, making you gasp. Your body began to feel strange - as if it was being stretched, restructured, molded into something...else. Panic surged within you, but you quickly suppressed it. Screaming wouldn't help you now. Your height became the first noticeable change. Objects around the room seemed to shrink as you expanded, stretching upward until you found yourself towering at approximately 7 feet. Your skin crawled, coolness seizing you as your complexion paled to a minute beige hue. Horrified, you tried to resist the changes, to force your thoughts in a different direction. But it was a battle you were losing. A chilling sensation seeped into your face. Your fingers shot to your mouth, feeling the ever-growing sharp teeth replacing the old - an invasive metamorphosis that made you clench your eyes shut. But that didn’t stop the feeling of your simple, human eyes morphing, red irises replacing your original ones and pupils sharpening to what you assumed was akin to radio dials. A dull throb pulsed at the crown of your head, hinting at the growth of antlers. Hair, once your own, now cropped into a bob-cut, black streaks contrasting against a red base. A draft curled around your legs - pants, red with matching cuffs - and a new restrictive weight on your eyes - a monocle. Every touch, every tickle, and prick was a testament to your changing form. In the midst of transformations, a sense of amusement emerged, tinged with an odd familiarity. Your mind waged a silent war against the unwelcome mental changes etching into your personality. Determined, you held on to who you were, gripping to the fragments of your human life. In spite of it all, you still felt the steady creep of Alastor's persona seeping in, invading your memories, taking over bit by bit. Your heart pounded against your chest, quickening, matching the rhythm of the loss of yourself. The last echo of mental resistance was crushed when a smile permanently split your face, stretching to be a mirror of the smiles that surrounded you. Your futile attempts to fade it met with no result. "Smile, dear, you're never fully dressed without one!" Multiple voices chimed around you, dapper confidence raising the hair on your new fur-lined arms. They weren't wrong - the smile didn't *feel* wrong, in fact, it seemed infinitely right. The person you were before slipped entirely from your grasp to be replaced with the consciousness of the infamous Radio Demon - Alastor. Now there was no point resisting, no need to mourn. Life as Alastor was a thrilling symphony of chaos, a performance that belied the madness that lurked beneath the façade of charm. You ready yourself to join the rest in this dance of identities.
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