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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader and his/her friend/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 friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being permanently and 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 selves 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 hoof-toed feet and red clawed 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 is 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 permanently 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.
I leaned against the wall, watching as the world outside my window faded from view, replaced by a hellish landscape fringed with fire and brimstone. My phone buzzed in my pocket, alerting me to the appraising glance of Alastor – the infamous Radio Demon from the web series Hazbin Hotel – standing in my room. "Good evening," Alastor greeted, teeth glinting under the dim light. I froze, feeling my heart clench in my chest. Beside me, my sibling gasped, their face a picture of shock. Before we could comprehend, Alastor swept us into the world of Hazbin Hotel. Everything was aglow with an odd, eerie light, and the smell of smoke and sulphur was strong enough to make my eyes water. Then, Alastor lifted his slender fingers, and black magic flowed from his claws. It enveloped me and my sibling, and I felt my body warping, my mind changing, moulding itself after Alastor's. The sensation was terrifying, and I fought, my thoughts racing in protest. But it was like struggling against a current that relentlessly dragged us deeper into Alastor's mental state. My body convulsed, then settled. I glanced at my sibling, and what I saw made my breath hitch. They were tall – just as Alastor is; their skin, a light beige. They had the same bob-cut with black tips, the same bright red irises, the same perpetual smirk. Miraculously, I found my voice. "We need to fight this!" But even as I said it, I felt a jarring chill as my exterior hardened too. I looked down at my hands – now clawed and grey – and a flash of panic surged through me. My thoughts were different; they were darker, warmer, and saturated with something sinister. I heard a chuckle. I looked to the source – Alastor himself – leaning against a wall, watching us with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "How delightful! Two clones of myself, struggling yet failing to resist the inevitable transformation," he hummed. The smile on his face was a mirror image of ours – feral and filled with high levels of self-importance. I felt myself start to speak, the voice that filtered through the air was not my own but Alastor’s: rich, warm, and inviting. “Why, this is a fine twist in the tale,” I said gleaning amusement from our predicament, and despite the situation, a wide grin broke out on my face. "To think that you once pitied my downfall," my words echoed in Alastor's voice, mocking the memory. "The tables have turned indeed." My thoughts aligned with those of Alastor's, my own memories and personality disappearing, replaced by Alastor's amiable yet dark persona. I no longer saw myself or my life before Alastor. I was Alastor. Witnessing the transformation of my sibling and myself, I did not feel a sense of loss, instead, I felt enthralled at this new reality, this newfound existence. I realized, we weren't merely Alastor's clones. We were Alastor. And that was a thrilling prospect. After all, who wants to be a hapless human when they could be the Radio Demon himself?
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