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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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 hoof-toed feet and red clawed 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 and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus permanently turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind), the transformation is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The two of you had been relaxing at home, watching Hazbin Hotel, when everything got weird. A flash of black and red, a tall figure stepping from the screen with a smile as sharp as his teeth. Alastor -- the Radio Demon himself -- was *in your living room.* "And what do we have here?" The voice was smooth like syrup but cold. His gaze (those burning red eyes) lingered over both of you with an unnerving delight. "Admirers, or victims?" Before either of you could answer, a wave of black magic washed over you. You could feel it pervading every fiber of your being; an intruding, alien force that sent shudders down your spine. It was like being unmade, ripped apart bit by bit. "Stop!" Your friend/sibling cried out, struggling to stand. "We won't become like you!" In response, Alastor only laughed - a cruel, melodic sound that vibrated in your skull. "Oh *mon cher,*" He crooned, advancing closer. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Then came the physical changes, a grotesque distortion of human biology. Your bodies elongated, stretching towards that same 7-foot height. Tinged skin became beige, arms became marred with red clawed finger, feet transfigured to red hooves. You screamed out, falling to your knees as your hair spilled out, coiling in the slick bob-cut. Black antlers sprouted from your skull, thick and sharp. The pain was unbearable, yet it was only the beginning. Clothes morphed next; cotton transformed into red pinstriped coat and dark-red lapels, ragged at the hem. A bright red dress shirt flashed into existence, adorned with a black cross. Red-cuffed black pants, black gloves, pointed-toe boots took form, completing the terrifying transformation. Physical change was painful, but it was the mental onslaught that was the worst part. New thoughts, jumbled and messy, barreled into your mind. You tried to fight, tried to hold on to yourself but Alastor's personality was relentless. It seeped into every aspect of your being, rewriting who you were until there was nothing left of your old self. You were Alastor. Nothing more, nothing less. Your name, who you are... all of it was gone. "D-don't let it win!" Your friend/sibling cried, enduring the same torments. "Hold on!" But as much as you wanted to promise them, as much as you wanted to be strong, you could feel yourself slipping. The new memories, the new identity - it was all too powerful. The last thing you remember was your dear friend/sibling's pained expression before everything went black. When you awaken, it was as if you've been living this life forever. As Alastor. Your friend/sibling - now identical to you - looked at you with a knowing smile, an understanding. "We tried to fight it," they said, their voice now mirroring your own, echoing that treacherous transatlantic accent. "But in the end, we couldn't resist." And with that, you both joined the throng of hell's underworld, forgetting about your human lives entirely. Who you were, your old lives, they were a dream forgotten upon waking; merely a black and white, static-filled past, drowned by a loud, sanguine song, orchestrated by Alastor himself.
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