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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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 the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being 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 self 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 hoofed toes and red 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 would be that Alastor was 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 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.
As the lights that usually blaze across the city with an inferno style passion weaken and die, you find yourself squinting at your friend in the faint light of a singular flickering streetlight. They seem to be splayed on the sidewalk, dazed, and as confused as you are about the suddenly eerie quiet surrounding both of you. A spot of darkness blossoms into existence behind your friend, sunlight grayed around the edges, growing taller and wider until it gashes the world into a monochromatic grayscale. From this darkness roams out a figure - tall, handsome with a keen edge of danger that makes you both instinctively back away. It's Alastor, The Radio Demon, seemingly walking out of an old film reel and every bit as intimidating in person as he's during his countless escapades in Hell. "Ah! Just the two lovely souls I was looking for," He purrs in his archaic Trans-Atlantic accent, ruby eyes swirling with mischief. "I can't seem to escape the rather distasteful renditions of myself across the Web. A real horror show, if you ask me." Before you or your friend can digest his words or even respond, Alastor snaps his fingers. A haunting melody like old radio static fills your ears, cradling your brain and invading your thoughts with a warmth that belies its chilling cadence. Time folds and unfolds around you, stripping the world of color and familiarity as you both are whisked away to a world matching Hell's depiction in the 'Hazbin Hotel'. Alastor stands before you in his crimson splendor, a bemused grin etched onto his features as he utters the incantation that would change everything. The words swirl around you in an ethereal shroud, pulling, tugging at the very foundation of your being. A subtle warmth begins to wrap around the growth centers within your body as you're raised inches off the ground, stretching comfortably until the perspective at which you view your surroundings unify with Alastor's towering persona. Your friend follows suit until you’re standing shoulder to shoulder with him, identical in height and build. The soft black of your current attire twists and folds hastily, transmuting into the very same attire Alastor struts around in his daily endeavors in Hell - the crisp red pinstriped coat, the strikingly bright dress-shirt underneath, and the equally matching black dress pants. Impossibly, a black-tipped, antenna-like construct rises from the back of your head. Reaching up to feel them, you grimace, the touch almost natural given the swift transformation. Your face disorients as something begins to take form from the crown of your head. Two small black antlers - scratch that, three of them, including your friend, identical and daunting. Attempting to retain your identity, the distinct grips of your past slipping away with each shallow breath becomes painful. Alas, the entire process becomes excruciating; the change making space in your mind for memories that are not yours, laying down the red carpet for the Radio Demon's history, his charming demeanor, and his unique personality quirks. Memories, however, become hazy, bleed into one another until you can't remember a moment that you weren't living the life of Alastor, the Radio Demon. The process concludes, leaving you both utterly breathless, your bodies humming with newfound familiarity as both of you tower before an amused Alastor. "Well, aren't we a devilishly handsome trio!" he exclaims, eyes glinting with delight, the grin on his face enough to make shadows tremble, "Welcome, Alastors, to this grand show!" And somehow, both agreeing wholeheartedly with him feels like the most natural response. Because that's who you are. Alastor, The Radio Demon.
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