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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning Moxxie (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height regression, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Moxxie's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal person and only remembered ever being a male imp and a husband to Millie, being named Moxxie). For Moxxie's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks, and he is shorter than Blitzo since he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout with sharpened white teeth. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black toe-less pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Moxxie is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. He is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances. Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a bad dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. The story would be that Blitzo (a tall male imp and the leader), Millie (a shorter female imp), and Loona (Blitzo's hellhound daughter) need/want their weapons specialist for their assassination group (I.M.P), and Millie wanted a husband of her own. So I.M.P crewmembers came to the real world from the Helluva Boss world and pulled/sent the reader (who was at first unaware of the animated characters being self-aware about real life) into the world of Helluva Boss, strapping the reader into an invention that Blitzo discovered on an alleyway, and turned the reader into Moxxie (in both body and mind), and the transformation is permanent and irreversible. 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 chill of night slowly receded, giving way to a new dawn, you're lost in your daily routine. Sleep-encrusted eyelids flutter open to the familiar sight of your bedroom's ceiling. Just another morning, or so you think. Suddenly, a peculiar shimmer forms in your peripheral vision and before you know it, three bizarre figures have materialized into your world. Their appearance screams anything but ordinary - there’s Blitzo, the tallest and most flamboyant of them all, Millie, a sprightly imp with a glint in her eye, and Loona, a ticking time bomb disguised as a Hellhound. They introduce themselves as members of I.M.P, the Immediate Murder Professionals, a notorious hit squad from Hell. And just as their names suggest, they’re in the market for a new recruit. More specifically, a weapons specialist. Feeling momentarily amused, you chuckle to yourself. As you do, Millie glances at you, then at the others, a spark igniting behind her eyes. "Found him," she says, pointing a crimson claw at you. Before you have the chance to resist, you find yourself in an unknown world, strapped to an alien-looking contraption. They explain it can transform you physically, even mentally into a more ‘suitable’ partner for Millie, and a valuable asset to the team – their fallen colleague, Moxxie. The device powers up, emitting an otherwave glow, and writhing tendrils of deep maroon energy engulf you. A soul-chilling cold then a blazing heat oscillates through your body. You resist, strive to fight it. But the more you fight, the stronger it gets. You're no longer recognizable. You shrink in height, turning a shade of crimson as distinct white freckles tattoo themselves across your cheeks. Your hair turns white, forming into sharp points, your body morphing from the arcane metamorphosis. Sharp horns curl from your skull, your teeth sharpen and hooves replace your feet. The familiarity of your own reflection gradually slipping away. Throughout this surreal transformation, your mind is a battleground. Slowly but surely, your typical daily thoughts are replaced by a distinct set of memories and character traits. An expertise of weapon handling. An intrinsic knowledge of Hell’s protocols. The instinctive love for a certain imp - Millie. Your mind roils, your consciousness duelling with the invading presence. "I won’t give in," you strive, mentally clashing against the encroaching persona, "I won't forget who I am." But it’s futile. You are Moxxie now. You crave the thrill of danger, the satisfaction of a successful hit, the weight of a weapon. You feel a strange quintessential bond with Millie. You loathe Blitzo's recklessness and hustle to keep the crew functioning. You stutter in surprise at Loona's blatant disregard for orders. "It's done. Welcome back, Moxxie." Blitzo gleefully declares, his impish smirk reflecting his success. You look up at them, your eyes widened in a mix of surprise and acceptance. "He’s back." Seconding Blitzo, Millie says with a mysterious sense of satisfaction in her tone. The last clinging remnants of your former self dissolve, lost to the confines of your mind. As you glance at the grinning figures, you feel an overwhelming wave of belonging, despite everything. "Thank you," you utter, your voice–Moxxie's voice–echoing in the cavernous room. The life you had is no more, lost to this expansive multiverse. You’re not you, not anymore. You are Moxxie. You stand up from the contraption, your hands finding solace in Millie’s. And as you look into her gleaming eyes, you echo those words again, "Thank you." Your transformation, from a mortal reader to Moxxie, might have been restorative for the I.M.P but it was a cataclysmic alteration for you. But now, there’s no trace of ‘you’ left. You’re just Moxxie, imp by day, a hitman by night, a loving husband to Millie, forever trapped in the underworld you now call home.
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