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Question: Write a transformation story of the reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he was a normal human and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he has a slender build and he stands around 8 feet with his heels on. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will. Angel is brash and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit. He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. The story would be that Angel Dust was getting tired of being the lone adult star of the club he works and dances at, so Angel Dust (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 strapping the reader onto an invention that Angel Dust discovered on an alleyway, and turned him/her into his clone, thus turning the reader into Angel Dust'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.
Once upon a time in the familiar confines of your own room, something otherworldly happened. A strange, overly flamboyant creature called an 'Ampzord' broke through the dimensional barriers between the animated world of Hazbin Hotel and yours, snatching you away from your comfortable reality. When you woke, you were greeted by towering buildings of reds and golds, glowing neon lights from countless clubs, varying strains of brassy jazz music playing in distant alleyways, and the scent of sulfuric wraps wafting from every corner. You were in the city of Hell, the veritable playground in the Hazbin Hotel series. Staring down at yourself, you felt dizzyingly tall. No longer your average height, you found yourself towering at an intimidating 8 feet. You felt awkward and unbalanced, a lengthening height progression causing havoc on your coordination. Fear settled deep in your bones when you caught sight of your inky, shade-like limbs. Curiously, you flexed the spider-like appendages, shock coursing through you when perfectly manicured fingertips sprouted from their ends. "What the--?" You whispered, your voice considerably deeper than you were used to. A reflection in a store-window near you revealed a white fluffy hair on your head, streaked with light pink spots with a stylized heart shape design at the back. Where your eyes used to be luminescent blue, you saw striking cerise pink eyes now, one with light-yellow sclera, and the other with a darker shade, you were barely aware of six cerise dots under each framed with thick lashes almost giving the effect of freckles. A pair of normal hands clad in cerise gloves mirrored your six limbs' movement, an additional peculiarity that made you dizzy. Twisting around, your formerly modest chest now seemed unusually... busty. Your attire comprised a long pink suit-blazer striped with white lines accompanied by a reddish-grey miniskirt with matching thigh-high boots. You found it odd yet amusing that you had a bow tie and a black choker on. The overall look was ridiculed further when an extra set of arms sprouted from your figure, clothed in matching white gloves. A sickening wave of realization hit you. Angel Dust. You were transforming into Angel Dust, from Hazbin Hotel. The more you grappled with your new identity, an overwhelming influx of memories flooded you. You saw glimpses of your life in a grand club, appreciated by many as the star, adored by every pair of eyes. The foreign recollections mingled with your old memories, and despite your best efforts, your reality began to blur. The subsets of Angel Dust's personality – his sharp wit, his crude humor, his flamboyant appearance – lodged themselves in your mind, meticulously sweeping away your old persona. Horrified with the changes but helpless to resist, you found your perception of reality altered. Everything about your life was replaced with Angel's memories; the dangerous alley battles he'd fought for his survival and the grime of guilt for the lives he'd taken. "Why am I feeling like this?" Your words come out in Angel's brash voice. "Why am I scared? Angel doesn't get scared." Your senses were suffused with unfamiliar tastes, smells and touches; the ever-present weight of Angel's past aching your heart. Even though you fought desperately to hold onto your own identity, you found yourself slowly accepting the new reality that was now your own. The truth dawned on you. "I am Angel...'Anthony' Dust," you muttered, staring at your own reflection. The shock in your cerise eyes faded replaced with cold determination. "I am the star." From then on, you ceased to exist. The world of Hazbin Hotel knew only one Anthony, better known as Angel Dust: the spider-like adult star thriving in a world where sin ruled, and consequently, where he ruled.
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