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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, height progression, 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 him/her 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 is 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.
It was an average day for you, scrolling through various works completed by others of their favorite series 'Hazbin Hotel', the remarkable depiction of chaos and intrigue capturing your intrigue. Notable, however, was the abundance of Alastor recreations. Debonair, charming yet frightfully dangerous, his character was a focal point in many of the interpretations. As you dwelled on the fan arts, a sudden stir in your surroundings snapped you from your reverie. Before you registered the change, you were away from your computer, standing in an entirely different setting. The characters of Hazbin Hotel, previously confined to the digital realm, became tangible. Alastor, in all his crimson glory, was before you and his wide, frightening grin felt like a mere prelude to what was coming. "Well, well. Isn't this a colorful turn of events. A visitor from the real world, right in Hell," Alastor drawled as he circled you. As he moved, he hummed softly, a strange light flickering in his hands. "Demon magic. Quite handy in these circumstances," he remarked. The light from his hand bathed you, an infectious touch which seeped into your skin, your muscles, your bones. You quivered at the initial cold sensation and your height began to stretch. A shiver travelled down your spine, every vertebrae tingling, shifting, and moving until you were taller, mirroring Alastor's towering height. Your clothes began to dissolve, replaced by red pinstripes, a long tailcoat, black pants and red cuffs. A black, oval-shaped monocle adorned your right eye. Gradually, your hands took on an ethereal color, tinged with hues of red and grey, your fingers elongating and razor-like nails appearing. Your bare feet began to reshape, forming hooves. Simultaneously, your hair took a new form, cropped angled bob cut with a touch of black tips, and intricate black-tipped antlers breaking through your scalp. Simultaneously, an unexpected force began invading your mind, jarring memories blooming in places there were none. Memories of your previous life, the averageness and simplicity of it all began being overshadowed by Alastor's powerful persona. You fought, you resisted, but it was in vain. What was once you began to melt away in front of who you were becoming. "What... what are you doing to me?" You managed to sputter. "Well, isn't it obvious dear?" Alastor responded, his voice laced with an unspeakable glee. "I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine. Turning you into a clone of the most appreciated yet misunderstood character." Amusement was blatant in his words as he watched you grapple with his onslaught. Layer by layer your mind was wrapped in this radio demon's mind, from his loves, his dislikes, his motives and his intentions unraveled. His sophisticated mannerisms, his sly wit and his violent tendencies became yours as the demon delighted in changing you. Each fragment of what was uniquely you, your identity, that defined you as 'you' was slowly, remorselessly replaced. As your memories faded away, you could now only recall being Alastor, the incarnate of sin, the definitive ruler of hell, and no longer remembered being just a simple human. With each passing moment, your resistance crumbled. "Now," Alastor said, sounding more vibrant than you'd remembered. "Let the Show begin!" Your new voice echoed through the Hell, identical to Alastor's, but as you tried to hold onto your old self, neither words nor a fight could stem the tide. You were Alastor now and, despite your initial fears, you knew one thing for certain - there would never be a dull moment ever again.
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