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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her friend or 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.
"Ssh, this will be our secret, won't it?" Alastor's voice rang out in his signature old-fashioned radio announcer’s voice as he emerged from his animated universe into the real world, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He had been growing bored in Hell, his life lacking the excitement it used to. The constant narratives of him transforming had started to weigh on him as well. So he decided to make a change, to have a little fun. "Run!" I shouted to my friend, but it was too late. Alastor’s supernatural power, too compelling and too strong, swept us from our home reality straight into the animated universe of the Hazbin Hotel. "What the...!" my friend exclaimed, trying to comprehend what just happened. But what awaited us was an even greater shock. Standing in front of us was none other but Alastor himself, his darkly amused smile smeared across his peculiar face. "Ah! Our guests of honor!" He greeted us merrily. His voice took a more serious tone "I'm here to teach you how it feels.” “State your lesson, demon!” My voice quivered slightly, even as I tried to sound brave. His grin widened. His hands moved in an orchestrated dance as he summoned a peculiar black magic around us. “You want to play with my character, change me into something I am not?" He questioned with a hint of malice and mischief. "It is time you feel what it’s like to be me. Everyone, a round of applause for our brave volunteers here." His vibrant red irises glowed menacingly as we were encased in the black aura. The transformation began, our bodies contorting, changing... adjusting. My height escalated rapidly, reaching Alastor's own height of seven feet. The clothes I wore warped and changed into a blood red pinstriped suit. My fingers elongated and sharpened into pointed claws. A glance at my friend confirmed the same was happening to them. Antlers sprouted from the top of our heads as our hair shortened, colored to match Alastor's. My vision blurred, then refocused, showcasing a new reality in tones of red. How Alastor saw the world. "Ah-ah! Don’t even think to try and fight this..." Alastor taunted as I felt his consciousness seeping into my own. His memories, his likes and dislikes, even his thoughts slowly overcame my brain. I tried to resist, hold onto my own identity, but it was a losing battle. His vibrant personality dominated my feeble defences. And in a brief moment of horror, I realized I was forgetting who I was... Who I had been... Curiously enough, my last thoughts as 'me' were not of panic or disdain, but a respect for Alastor for making me understand him better than any narrative could. Then I was him. I was Alastor, and so was my friend. We glanced at each other, almost mirror images of the radio demon with equal blood red irises and horrendous grins, both elevated with the feeling of being Alastor, and shared an understanding nod. His thoughts echoed inside my head, "Doesn't it feel grand to be respected in your original form? Now you know how to treat someone, my friends." And with this, Alastor and his freshly born counterparts strolled into hell, anticipating the new adventures they'd venture in, together.
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