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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), 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 (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). 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. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The mischievous smile of the young 7-year-old boy momentarily flickered from his face as he felt a strangeness cloud over him. His hands started shaking as he dropped his toy car onto the carpet. His bright, innocent eyes reflected terror as he reached for the large mirror in the adjacent room. The first change was his height. His small frame steadily lengthened, stretching taller and taller at quite a rapid pace, soon reaching the height of Blitzo. A sharp pain echoed through his bones, causing him to stumble. "Something- something's wrong, Mom-!" He screamed, trying to resist the changes overtaking his small body. However, his cries went unanswered. His reality warped and twisted before him, the cozy home he knew so well began to twist into the nightmare that was his new reality. The bright colorful toys morphed into horrid decorations made from body parts. The soft pillow he’d clutch during nightmares growing up was replaced with a hefty coat, navy blue with light blue accents splashed against the coat. His childish clothes changed. The soft cotton he was used to enveloped him into what felt like an all too tight high collar shirt, the red top was suffocating. A heavy coat, detailing red accents, suddenly draped his frame. His bluish shorts twisted into striped dark blue pants. His sneakers corrupted and warped into black and red-heeled dress shoes. A black fedora mysteriously materialized on his head, a red and white band around the hat. He reached a trembling hand to his head as he felt an odd pressure stemming from multiple points. Before his terrified eyes, monstrous black and white striped horns erupted from his head, curling and amalgamating into a formation that looked similar to Moxxie's. His once soft human skin tinted darker, taking a heavy shade of red. It toughened, and his legs altered, shifting from his regular legs into plantigrade legs, cloven hooves replacing his human feet. He stared in fright at his short-clawed fingers, terrified at the sight of sharp white fangs, one adorned in gold replacing his own teeth. "Dad! Help me-!" He cried, his voice changing eerily, deepening and taking a rough edge. But the world around him didn't change, only showing off its true horror, a hellish reality he didn't belong to. His innocent demeanor warped, slowly replaced by a callousness that was manifesting within his mind. Memories of his own existence were wiped clean, eroded easily by the waves of new thoughts and emotions. His surroundings did nothing to help, morphing into a cruel portrayal of his new sick reality. Forms of humiliation towards Moxxie flooded his mind, of abuse and mistreatment, of horrific acts towards his own blood. He could identify them as if they were his deeds. His heart hammered in his chest as familiar feelings of disdain, a thirst for power, swirled within. A hideous joy coursed through him, gaining control over an army, living a lifetime of organized crime, submerged in the maddening sense of monetary gain and violence. He soon found himself in this new lens, relishing power and an aura of fear that filled his surroundings. His heart ached; his mind resonated with the vicious intent of killing blood-related family members or anyone who crossed him. Despite his conflict, he found himself enjoying the warped reality, the bloodlust, the chilling sense of power. In the end, the young boy with hopes and dreams of being a superhero and saving innocent lives was nothing more than a shadow of his past. The young boy was now an imp leader, a terrifying entity known by the name Crimson. Terrifyingly formidable, surprisingly charismatic, ruthlessly manipulative and monstrous, his transformation was complete, and his previous existence was nothing but a distant memory. "I am Crimson," he growled for the first time, relishing in the power the name held. Knowing that from then on, there would be no return, no waking up from this nightmare. His old self was now nothing more than a forgotten dream.
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