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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Blitzo shouted as he tackled Fizzarolli, pushing the jester off of his invention. "Gonna make me king of the clowns, that's what!" Fizzarolli shouted back

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Fizzarolli (from the Helluva Boss animated series), complete with gender change (if the reader is 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 permanently and completely replaced with Fizzarolli's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember ever 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) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life 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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The moment you're pulled into the rashly vibrant universe of Helluva Boss from reality, everything feels disorientating. Your head swirls as Fizzarolli, adorned in his theatrical getup, grins widely at you, his sharp teeth gleaming under the crimson light. "Ready for a makeover, kiddo?" He chuckles, his eyes flickering with pleasure. Before you can protest, he shoves you onto a strange, metallic contraption he discovered in a shady alley. It bristles with rivets and clamps you firmly on the table; dismal as everything is in Hell. You watch in trepidation as his technicolor jester attire blurs, the world shifting on its axis. "Let's kickstart the show!" Fizzarolli yells, activating the machine with a sharp push of the lever. A jolt of energy rushes through the invention, arcing towards you. A bone-breaking pain splits your body as the metamorphosis begins. First comes the height change. Your body stretches, reaching Fizzarolli's towering height. Your muscles contort, tears prickling at your eyes. Next is the age change - your body feels youthful and full of energy, just like the jester himself. Your arms and legs stiffen, metal seeping through your veins, replacing flesh and bone. They extend, bend, and twist into different angles more than a regular human or imp's joints can. Neon-blue circles brighten on each limb's shoulder, matching the ones on Fizzarolli’s. Your gaze falls on your reflection in a nearby mirror. It's then you notice the horn-like appendages sprouting from your head, their ends charred and imperfect; resembling Fizzarolli's to a tee. Your vision blurs as your eyes take on a lime sclera and pink irises. A hideous burn crackles across your face, details becoming coherent as sharp, neon-blue teeth devour your once-normal smile. You can't help but clench your fingers into fists within the black gloves, red spots appearing on your knuckles. As your incisors bite down on your new forked tongue, streaked with black stripes, you hardly recognize the reflection staring back at you... Fizzarolli. "The clothes are the last," Fizzarolli sings, his tone an eerie tune under the sanguine glow. Striped pants and sleeves layer across your body, your getup matching the jester's flamboyant attire. The black-heart adorned blue coat billowing behind, topped off with a jingling jester cap. Then, it's your mind. Memories of your past life gradually fade away, replaced by Fizzarolli's experiences, his mind replacing yours despite your desperate resistance. The sensation of being a popular, charismatic jester overwhelms you; the lewd jokes, crude humor and a detached nonchalance towards life override your beleaguered psyche. Finally, the transformation ends; physical and mental. The new Fizzarolli looks down at his robotic limbs, suppressing a sob as he whispers, "Guess I'm not alone anymore, huh?" His laughter echoes through the crimson-red world, a gloomy reminder of your lost identity. Acceptance comes with resignation. You might have been someone else before, but now, you're Fizzarolli—only Fizzarolli. "I am Fizzarolli," you mutter, a slow acceptance of your new identity. It's not long before his tasteless humor and flamboyant demeanor infest your tongue, words slipping out with ease. Suddenly, the words seem less alien to you, less foreign. The transformation is complete. You're streaming a boisterous laugh, disbelief shining in your eyes as you take in your new persona. You're a clone of Fizzarolli now. Changed beyond recognition. The clown imp of Hell. "There we go!" Fizzarolli exclaims, patting your back, a strange satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "Let's give them a show they can't forget." And despite your fragmented past, you find yourself matching his enthusiasm with a wicked grin just as wide, ready for the wild ride into your strange, new life.

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Dec. 14, 2023, 2:13 a.m.

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Published: Thursday, December 14, 2023

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