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"What the heck is goin' on, bro?" "You're a clone of me, Fizzarolli!" "What...the...hell!" "Dude, I thought you were kidding when you said Fizzarolli was coming to get me!" "What the hell is he doi

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Fizzarolli (from the animated series Helluva Boss), complete with gender change (if the reader's a female), clothes change, age change, height change, semi-robotification (arms and legs becoming robotic), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Fizzarolli's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Fizzarolli the jester imp). For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a tall male imp with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. The story would be that Fizzarolli was getting tired of being the only main clown of his circus in Hell, so Fizzarolli (by some supernatural means) had briefly left the series' Hell and into the real world to kidnap the reader and sent the reader to the Helluva Boss universe before strapping the reader onto an invention that Fizzarolli discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into his clone, thus permanently turning the reader into Fizzarolli'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.

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As you perched on the edge of your seat, engrossed in the latest episode of the animated series Helluva Boss, a certain jester imp, known as Fizzarolli, inexplicably sprung from the glowing screen of your television. His vibrant attire, neon blue sharp teeth and rough burnt skin were even more awe-inspiring up close and in person. Despite the shock, you were more amused than afraid. In an unexpected maneuver, the television-hopping jester grabbed hold of you, sparkling portals opening up beneath your feet. Before you had a chance to react, you were catapulted into the chaotic, vibrant universe of Helluva Boss. "The show’s been demanding lately," Fizzarolli chuckled as you landed in the bowels of a grim, industrial building. "Time we doubled the fun." You noticed an obscure contraption, bristling with wires and lights, sitting in the corner of the room. With a swift movement, he strapped you into the device. "This, my dear friend,” Fizzarolli explained with a glint in his eye, “is a machine designed to clone little ol’ me, down to the very last detail." Despite your protests and struggling, Fizzarolli hit the glowing green ‘start’ button. Ribbons of electric light started to wind around your body. You felt a lurching sensation as your form started to shift: your limbs stretching out, your skin hardening, burning underneath the glowing laser lights. Suddenly, your limbs felt cold and heavy. Looking down, you saw your arms and legs morph into a smooth metallic sheen, a light blue circle on each shoulder and glowing points on your knuckles emitted soft, eerie light. The sensation was strange, almost as if you were becoming part machine, part jester imp. Distorted images of Fizzarolli's life flashed in your mind. It was no longer just you in your head; Fizzarolli's personality, his thoughts, his memories were merging with your own. You tried to fight it, to remember your own life, but the onslaught was too strong. Strangely enough, you found yourself accepting it. As the memories flooded in, a crude sense of humor replaced your own, bursts of fast-talking flamboyance and twisted humor replacing your original personality traits. Finally, the process halted. Fizzarolli inclined his head, studying you - or rather, studying himself. You stared back, looking into a duplicate of your - his - own lime sclera and pink irises. Adjusting the bright red and blue jester cap that sat atop your newly-burnt and red-skinned head, you shot him a matching grin. The machine buzzed, then quieted, its work finally done. Two identical jester imps stood in the narrow room, grinning at their reflection. No trace of your previous life remained, every fibre of your being now singing the same tune as Fizzarolli. With the final touch of memories seeping in, you realized the reality of your situation. "It's been quite the show," you spoke, a mirror image of Fizzarolli. "Let's give them a double act they'll never forget." And so you did. You no longer were a mere mortal reader, you were Fizzarolli, the fast-talking, crowd-pleasing jester imp from the depths of Hell. Together, you took the demonic world of Helluva Boss by storm, unfazed and ready for whatever this new life had to throw at you.

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Dec. 14, 2023, 2:45 a.m.

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Published: Thursday, December 14, 2023

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