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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height to 7 feet tall), voice change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). 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. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). 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 a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind 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. 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)
You sit comfortably, staring at your computer screen, mindlessly scrolling through endless posts of fan art and stories. A certain character keeps popping up over and over again — Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. There's something about his devilish charm and uncanny smile that both intrigues and unsettles you. Unwittingly, you find yourself entranced by images of him, the dark allure calling out to you in a way that’s hard to explain. "Well now, isn't this interesting," a voice suddenly echoes through your room, cutting through the stillness like a knife. You turn around in shock, only to find yourself face-to-face with the grinning visage of Alastor himself. You blink, and he’s still there, almost glowing with an eerie vibrance. "You're quite the fan, aren't you?" he says, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. Your heart pounds in your chest. "H-how is this possible?" you stammer, your mind scrambling to make sense of the unspeakable reality standing before you. "It's quite simple, my dear! I got extremely bored and annoyed by those cursed transformations into characters not worthy of my grandeur. So, what better solution than to bring YOU into MY world? Let’s see how you fare becoming a reflection of greatness itself!" Before you can protest, a wave of dark magic erupts from his outstretched hand and engulfs you. Your body convulses as the transformation begins. Pain and confusion fill every fiber of your being, yet there's an inexplicable pull urging you deeper into the abyss. You feel your bones stretching, a painful creaking noise echoing through your body. Your height increases, shooting up to an alarming 7 feet tall. Legs, arms, and torso elongate in grotesque synchronization, broadening at the shoulders while slimming unnaturally everywhere else. Your skin pales to a beige hue, far different from anything you've known. "No! Stop, please!" you cry out, but your voice is already beginning to warp, distorting into something you barely recognize. It’s becoming smoother, laced with a vintage radio crackle. Next, your features twist into that unmistakable grin, much too wide and brimming with razor-sharp yellow teeth. The horror of permanently being locked in such a manic expression burns through you. Your eyes lose their familiar color, darkening into deep crimson sclera with bright red irises. "Fight it all you want, darling, but resistance is futile," Alastor's voice rings through your morphing consciousness. Hair follicles flare alive on your scalp, lengthening into a pinkish-red cropped bob with black tips, crowned by small, dark antlers. Every inch of you suffers violent metamorphosis. As your limbs reshape, your hands become clawed and your feet morph into hooved extremities clad in dark, ominous red. The final assault hits your mind. Memories start vanishing, bit by devastating bit, swallowed by vivid images of vintage radios and macabre dance floors. Each treasured piece of your identity is replaced by Alastor’s own twisted recollections. The fervent efforts to hold onto who you were falter with every passing second. "W-why?" The fragility of your old self whispers in despair. But your voice, coated now in the identity of Alastor, quivers with amusement. "Why not? I needed some entertainment!" Alastor gleefully responds, delighted by your internal struggle. Suddenly, you are clothed; waves of fabric fold and twist around you, transforming into that infamous crimson pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels and a matching monocle perched precariously over your right eye. Your forearms and lower legs fade to a dark grey, and the black gloves with red-tipped fingers fit perfectly into place. Feeling your embodiment complete, the onslaught in your mind accelerates. The last vestiges of your old self clings desperately but are devoured by the relentless tide of Alastor’s past. You remember nothing but New Orleans in the 1930s, the taste of power, the thrill of broadcasting your sinister joy. Slowly, shock surrenders to an eerie acceptance. The fight ebbs away as you feel the euphoric power of your dark magic flowing within you. You are no longer the person who sat harmlessly scrolling online. "Welcome to the club, brother," Alastor says, his smile—your smile—now reflecting in unison. You snap your fingers, experimenting with your newfound power, and the symbols of Voodoo magic glow around you. "Ah, the possibilities are endless," you think, your voice now harmonizing perfectly with Alastor’s signature vintage radio hum. Looking around at the bewildering surroundings of Hell, you no longer feel like an intruder. The Radio Demon stands before you—no, with you—and for the first time, you fully understand his grin. It’s the same grin now permanently etched into your own face. "This is going to be fun," you croon, mimicking that infamous accent flawlessly, ready to embrace the brand-new eternity awaiting you as Alastor, the Radio Demon.
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