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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Part 1: The story starts on an ordinary day for an 11-year-old boyâa seemingly mundane life going to school, back to home, playing games, spending time with friendsâthe usual. Everything changed when he noticed a peculiar pink object in his room. It wasn't large, more like a strange, tiny, glowing pink crystal. It was oddly mesmerizing to look at. In his curiosity, despite his better judgment telling him not to touch unknown things, the kid touched it and a bright pink flash engulfed him. "What the heck was that?" the boy exclaimed, confused and struggling to regain his balance. He felt strangeâa sense of heaviness that wasn't familiar. The boy looked at his hands to see them slowly growing larger as he felt his entire body stretching. He could clearly feel his body growing outward, upwards, downwards all at onceâbringing panic to his young mind. It seemed the crystal had triggered some inexplicable, radical change in him. He felt his age surge forwardâdays, months, years passing by in mere moments. He could feel his mind rewiring, his personality transforming from a curious, innocent boy of 11 to someone with a much older, rowdier, and irreverent attitude. "No, this can't be happening..." the boy thought, struggling to hold onto his sense of identity as wave after wave of a new personalityâsomeone drop dead gorgeous and vain seemed to replace his innocent thoughts and memories. Part 2: His very perception of the world around him shifted dramatically. The mundane real world morphed drastically into an unfamiliar setting. His room, gradually turned into an over-the-top, pink-themed one. His eyes widened as he saw a mirror appear seemingly out of nowhereârevealing the slender, 8 feet tall feminine figure clad in a pink suit, a skirt, she, no he, had become. "Damn, donât look half bad!" he said to his reflection, his voice shifting into a heavy New York accent, the tone filled with a newfound confidence. His hairâa fluffy white mop, splotches of pink scattered across, held in place by a black choker and a reddish-grey bowtie. He also noticed the cluster of six cerise-pink eyes under his own pink eyes, mimicking the look of freckles. His chest he immediately noticed was far more prominent but was just an illusion created with the help of his pinned jacket and a thick layer of fur. A door suddenly appeared, causing him to jump and instinctively look overâthe door opened to burst of neon lights that seemed to be a part of a bustling city. Part 3: Now fully transitioned into this bizarre, neon city, the boy had completely turned into the sinner demonâAnthony or Angel Dust as he was more commonly known. His clothes were now a stylish pink suit-blazer, a reddish-grey miniskirt, and long thigh-high boots. Angel Dust admired the three extra arms he could summon at will, "Gonna be handy, heh..." As days went by, any traces of the boy he once was faded, replaced by Angel's sassy, sarcastic wit and a fear of losing credibility. He acquired a penchant for pranks and innuendos and a deep love for the color pink, Italian food, and, of course, money. His childhood memories were all but swallowed by the memories of the character he had transformed into. The world that once felt foreign was now home and he fell into a routine of causing mayhem, raking in money, partying and simultaneously battling the hellish world. Part 4: Notwithstanding the complete disregard for the law and order, Angel Dust was highly protective of his emotions and preferred to keep them hidden. He had friends, and though he cared about them, he put up several walls to keep his true emotions at bay. His relationship with his boss, Valentino was tumultuous, putting him in continuous stress. Every scolding, every harsh word he bore with a devil-may-care attitude, but in reality, it disturbed him deep down. "Maybe, just maybe, redemption ain't so bad, huh?" Angel thought to himself, remembering the innocent child he used to be before his hellish existence took over. Yet, deep down he knew his transformation was irreversibleâforever stuck in the guise of Angel Dust, the spider-like sinner demon he had now become. Despite the stress and chaos of his existence, he found solace in being the infamous Angel Dust, completely forgetting his human past, and only remembering his life as a stylish, unruly demon of Hazbin Hotel.
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