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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an identical clone of Crimson (Moxxie's father from the Helluva Boss 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 replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting those new personality and memories). For Crimson's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent devil-like imp tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human), rather than digitigrade (although he still has red cloven hooves). Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, with one being a golden fang. Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. The story would be that Crimson is still filled with hatred against I.M.P, since I.M.P crewmembers led by him stopped the forced wedding of his son Moxxie to Chazwick Thurman (who is now deceased and his toothed jaw is now just a house decoration in Crimson's house), and (unbeknownst to reader) is self-aware and he hated how the reader is laughing at his defeat. So out of supernatural reasons and revenge against I.M.P, he briefly leaves the world of Helluva Boss and visits the real world to to abduct the reader and bring him/her to Crimson's house back in the Helluva Boss world. However, rather than Crimson killing the reader, he strapped the reader onto an invention that Crimson discovered on an alleyway, and turned reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Crimson'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.
Composed amidst all your laughter as the credits of the latest Helluva Boss episode rolled, you hardly noticed the quickly approaching shift in your surroundings. The once bright living room, dulled as shadows encroached and the chilling laughter of a familiar voice sent a chill running down your spine. "Crimson?" you muttered as you saw the unmistakable figure of Moxxie's father standing before you. "Ah, so you recognize me," He chuckled, stepping towards you as a void opened behind him. It swirled ominously, a pitch-black vortex that seemed to belong to Hell itself. The imp reached out for you, fast as a serpent and before you knew it, you were being dragged through the portal and back into the Helluva Boss universe. Opening your eyes, finding yourself strapped onto a foreign contraption in Crimson's house, fear began gnawing at your heart. "Now, I'm not going to kill you... no, that's too simple," Crimson sneered, circling the machine with an eerie glow, "You see, I have a different punishment in mind for those who find joy in my defeat." As he brought down a lever on the machine, your body began to tingle, a flash of red light encompassing everything. Your body began to twist and reform in the most painful way imaginable, your bones shifting to resemble the height and build of Crimson. If you were a woman, you'd find your body changing in ways you never could've anticipated, suddenly feeling a different kind of strength coursing within you. Your hair, no matter what its original color, turned a stark white. Slowly, clothes began to materialize on you, the same red high-collar shirt gripping your neck as did Crimson's with its navy blue coat, matching pants, and black-red heeled dress shoes. Lastly, a fedora capped your head, solidifying your transformation. Your mind teetered on the precipice, your memories, your favorite moments fading away while a new persona overpowered them. You could feel a raging storm within you, flashes of sadistic joy, hate-filled triumphs, and dangerous schemes. With each passing second, the more you felt yourself fade into the background, like a black-and-white photograph losing color in the harsh sunlight. You could feel your teeth turning sharp and jagged, one being particularly noticeable as it turned into a golden fang. The white markings around your eyes making you the perfect mirror image of Crimson. Despite your best efforts to hold onto your identity, the transformation had been too overpowering for you. Slowly but surely, your kind-hearted self was replaced by that of Crimson's cruel, ruthless personality. The need to dominate, to tower above others, began brewing in your mind. Crimson stepped back, letting out a loud and chilling laugh, "Meet the new you. Better yet… meet the new me." Your last bit of desperation faded away, replaced by a cruel smile that mirrored Crimson's. As you took a step forward, testing your new body, you already knew that you had fallen, becoming the exact replica of the despicable imp. You are Crimson and hell have no fury like an imp duplicated.
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