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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader instantly turning into Moxxie (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Helluva Boss series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7-6 foot height to only 3.9 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, always being an imp named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands (instead of five as in humans), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin devil-like imp tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. For Moxxie's personality, he is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees (his boss is Blitzo) regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. For Moxxie's preferences (likes and dislikes); he likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, and Blitzo's approval as his boss. However, Moxxie dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's (Crimson) abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) 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).
A great wave of dizziness hits you, your knees buckle and you gasp as the world spins furiously around you. An intense itching sensation sweeps over your body as your skin starts to shimmer and shift, turning a vibrant pigmented red. Pain explodes as sharp, curved horns break through your scalp, the black and white stripes proving a clear contrast to your stark white hair. Physically, you appear to rapidly shrink, your height reducing to only 3.9 feet. Your nose contracts into a short, lizard-like snout filled with sharp teeth while your hands mold into four-fingered claws. A change in weight comes next. Despite wanting to keep your ground rooted in reality, the pull of the new world is too strong. Your clothes morph into a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants, a white shirt with a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and a pair of fingerless gloves. With a visual shock, you realize your legs have become lanky and digitigrade, ending in cloven red hoofed feet. You have just begun to process this sudden transition, when your mental state takes a drastic turn. Memories rush into your brain like an invading army, instantly and forcefully eclipsing your original thoughts. Every trace of your previous existence fades as you desperately try to cling onto it, but it's a losing battle. The memories of Moxxie, led by a strong force of emotion, overtake your mind. As you focus on adjusting yourself into this new reality, you're acutely aware of a perpetually irritating sensation - a long, thin, devil-like tail sprouting from your lower back, ending in a quadrilateral barb. Almost instinctively, you reach for an array of weapons, your hands knowing exactly which one to pick up. A sharp snap pushes you to open your eyes. You blink as the world is painted in a new art-style, resembling that of your favorite animated show, Helluva Boss. Your surroundings are animated, your reality is a cartoon world now. Your inner thoughts sound different now, like the words are dipped in sardonic humor and laced with a constant recourse to sarcasm. "Well, this certainly is a hell of a situation," you hear yourself think in what sounds like Moxxie's voice. Despite your best efforts to keep your original thoughts, Moxxie's pessimistic and apprehensive personality infests your mind. Free will, you realize mournfully, has become your past. You worry about irrelevant things, you enjoy the mundane, the ordinary. Cooking, culinary arts, musical theater – they all seem to entice you. A rush of affection makes your heart clench as you recall the kindness of someone you've never met - Moxxie's mother - and the constant approval seeking from a boss named Blitzo. Your thoughts run wild as you try to comprehend your circumstance, troubled by this absurd reality you have been thrown into. "I hope no one will call me fat," you think, the statement startling you. You question why you'd think such a thing – but like everything else, the information seems to be puddled in the recesses of Moxxie's mind. Releasing a breath, you accept the inevitable – that you are no longer the person you were. No longer human, but an imp named Moxxie. No longer a reader, but an afternoon-consuming weapon specialist. Engulfed by Moxxie's consciousness, you don't remember your transformation, the old you, or even a world beyond the hellish landscape you're in. Your entire existence is summed up in a simple statement, "My name is Moxxie. Always has been, always will be."
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