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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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 is that Alastor was getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, 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 (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Alastor, the embodiment of the infamous Radio Demon from the Hazbin Hotel series, was sorting through waves of fan-made paraphernalia with a hint of distaste. He found the constant transformation stories, artwork, and characters created from his persona unappealing. "I am a once-in-an-eternity sinner demon," he scoffed, "and yet these mortals are throwing me into different bodies and personalities. Isn't my original form entertaining enough?" Tired of the disrespect from the content creators, he decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. Instead of seeing him transformed into other characters at their whim, he would show them what it's like being transformed into him. Summoning a rift, Alastor stepped into the mortal realm to personally meet the creator in question, you, the reader. A latent fear coursed through you as you beheld the great demon you'd been rehashing so often, but Alastor greeted you with his trademark smile, his blood-red eyes gleaming with mischief. "Welcome," he purred. "To your new life. I do believe it's high time you experienced firsthand what your 'creations' entail." Despite the fear engulfing you, you mustered up the bravery to resist. "I won't become you," you asserted, a trembling conviction in your voice. Alastor, unaffected, merely chuckled. "Oh, I beg to differ. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel." Suddenly, you were yanked through the rift into the twisted landscape of the animated series. Hell, as depicted in its raw, merciless nature, was a sight to behold. But nothing prepared you for Alastor’s charm-infused black magic spell washing over you. You felt your body morph and stretch, your form elongating to become a towering seven feet tall. A sharp pain seared at the crown of your head as antlers sprouted, a strange weight settling on your scalp as your hair bobbed into the familiar highlighted bob-cut. The confusion was short-lived, your mirror image from one of the numerous puddles reflecting Alastor's face back at you. Your clothes shifted into Alastor’s dapper attire: A red pinstripe coat, a bright red shirt with a black cross, long black trousers with red cuffs, his monocle, black bowtie, gloves, distinctive boots. His cane, complete with the sentient microphone appeared in your hand. You were an exact replica of Alastor. As you attempted to process the reality of your body transformation, a second wave of magic crashed into you. Your memories, personality, everything that embodied your humanity was being rapidly overwritten by Alastor's deranged yet charismatic persona. You clung onto your past, fighting to prevent the erasure of your old self. Yet, you found yourself outmatched by the strength of Alastor's dominating personality. Gradually, any thoughts of resistance faded as your memories, your being, finally succumbed to Alastor's imprint, and you were him. All traces of your previous life were gone, replaced by Alastor's knowledge and memories. You weren't just a physical clone. You were him, through and through. The transformation was complete. "Now," Alastor said, surveying his new identical twin, "Promise me you’ll think twice about morphing characters at your whim. Isn’t it better to enjoy a character for their originality? Now, off we go, there's much chaos to be had!" "Yes, Alastor," you found yourself replying, tipping your hat and smiling devilishly. As far as you were concerned, you were Alastor, and you always had been.
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