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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel 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 being completely replaced with Alastor'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 being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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, so Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor'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.
You are sipping a warm cup of cocoa, alone at night, engrossed in your favorite series on television when all of a sudden, the power goes out. The room turns completely dark and just like that, the comfortable ambiance twisted into tense uncertainty. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flicker of a darker shadow amongst the unsuspecting blackness. As you squint your eyes at that shadow, a horrifying entity emerges, white teeth glimmering from a monstrous grin, antlers jutting out of tousled hair and trench coat swaying eerily as he takes a step forward. It's none other than Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon from your favorite show, the Hazbin Hotel. "Good evening, my dear," He extends his gloved hands, grinning from ear to ear. There’s a strange glint in his red eyes, a mischievous spark that lights up the room in an ominous hum of energy. "I’ve decided to grace the mortal realm with my presence. You should be...entranced, yes?" Before you can react, his powers sweep you off, and soon, you’re surrounded by a whirl of surreal landscapes, losing sight of your familiar reality. Landing in the Hell of Hazbin Hotel you can only gape in astonishment. "You've got the best seat now, darling," Alastor speaks, his voice rich with amusement. He starts to chant a spell, and a surge of energy washes over you. Suddenly you feel your clothes shifting, turning to a red pinstriped coat with dark-red lapels, underneath a red dress shirt with a black cross on the chest and black pants. A dark-red oval-shaped monocle materializes over your right eye. You feel a tight sensation as your chest flattens. The air around you pulses with an eerie sensation, heightening the reality of what’s happening. In the blink of an eye, you tower seven feet high. You feel an odd shift, a strange heaviness just above your ears, and reaching up, you feel a pair of small black antlers sprouting from your head. You look down at your arms—the skin, once soft and warm, is now a grayish hue that dissipates into deep red at your fingers and hoofs. Your memories begin to warp and twist. Every old memory fades, replaced with new ones of a different lifetime - of power, of ruthlessness, of charming the damned. Despite your struggle, a wave of calm settles over you, an acceptance of your new being, your new life. You try to fight back, to hold onto your own self, your own identity. But the past slips away, being replaced with new memories of Alastor's experiences and personality. It's painful, aching. However, your mind loses the battle as the transformation completes itself completely. As the final memory of your old life fades away, your eyes flutter open, now shining with a bright red hue. There’s an amused smirk playing on your red lips, and you adjust the microphone attached to your cane, testing it. "Well, isn't this delightful?" you hear yourself say, now donned in Alastor's well-known Transatlantic accent. Because of course, that’s your twin brother standing in front of you. Not the reader, not 'me'. You’re Alastor, charming, dandified, your past self-forgotten and now just a...dear ol’ memory. There's laughter in your voice, a clear note of delight at your newfound existence. It’s thrilling, exciting, and above all, entertaining. You smile brightly, basking in your newfound reality and identity. "I believe it's time for the world to meet a new Alastor." With newfound enthusiasm, you walk past your identical brother with a tipsy grin, towards the chaotic life of Hell, ready to shape your deranged journey.
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