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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into an identical clone of Crimson (Moxxie's father from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting those new personality and memories). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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), rather than digitigrade (although he still has red cloven hooves). Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, with one being a golden fang. 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. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader) is self-aware and he hated how the reader is laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and bring him/her to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader, he strapped the reader onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Crimson's identical twin brother. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Tonight was a regular evening. You were binge-watching your favourite series, Helluva Boss, laughing and joking about the characters. But one character held a particular disdain for you, Crimson. You couldn't stand the way he treated his son, Moxxie. Despite your distaste for this character, however, you were enjoying the spectacle of his most recent defeat. Lost in your amusement, you didn't notice the shadows shifting in the corner of your room, nor did you realize that the figure that emerged was Crimson himself, somehow pulled from the world of Helluva Boss and planted into your reality. "Crimson!" you yelped, staring wide-eyed at the towering imp demon standing calmly in your room. "Ah, the know-it-all viewer," Crimson's voice echoed around your room, filled with an eerie calm. "Hand over that joyous grin of yours to me, won't you?" Even at the ludicrousness of the situation, you attempted to fight back. Unfortunately, it proved futile as Crimson quickly overpowered you. In a whirl of darkness, you were transported to his mansion in the Helluva world. Once inside, he roughly pushed you into a chair next to an odd contraption, strapping you in before you had a chance to resist. "Nervous?" he questioned, his golden fang flashing ominously in the dim light as he powered up the odd machine. Despite your fear, you refused to give him the satisfaction of your intimidation. But your calm facade cracked as the invention started to buzz, a bright energy engulfing you. Bones ached, rearranged and reformed. You could feel yourself grow taller, your skin darkening to a rich shade of red, your vision becoming enhanced as your sclera turned golden yellow. Your hair turning white as snow. Within minutes, you looked into a mirror that was brought before you to witness an identical reflection of Crimson staring back at you. "What the...what have you done?!" your voice matching Crimson's to perfection. "I've made you into my perfect duplicate," Crimson gloated, standing beside you. "But you are still... incomplete." The buzz of the machine continued, now focusing on your mind. Memories rushed in, not your own but Crimson's. His upbringing, his abuse towards Moxxie, his encounters with I.M.P, the forced wedding plans, all the cruel and ruthless endeavors flooded your thoughts, causing a pounding headache. You tried to clear your thoughts, to focus on your own memories, your own personality, but Crimson's was far too potent, slowly seeping into your consciousness until his thoughts, his memories, became your own. Despite your best efforts, the defiance you felt was gradually drowned out by another wave of his memories, filling you with hatred not only for I.M.P, but also a newfound understanding, even respect, for his past actions- something you never thought you'd feel. Crimson gave a triumphant laugh. The pain, the transformation, it was over. You were no longer you. Your old self was lost behind a mask of cruel laughter, a vicious crooked smile of finished craftsmanship. You, the reader, had become Crimson in every way. "Welcome," Crimson smirked, clapping an arm around your shoulder to your eerily similar reflection. "Welcome to the family, my dear twin."
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