In the bustling, mechanized heart of Metropolis Zone, Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik was seated in his command center, surrounded by flashing monitors and stacks of research data. The sinister doctor was hatching yet another plan to capture Sonic and his friends when a strange, unfamiliar hum filled the room—a sound far more ominous than any mechanical whirr he had engineered.
“Bots, status check!” Eggman barked, swiveling his chair to peruse his numerous robotic allies, who continued their tasks without interruption.
The hum grew louder, the air around Dr. Eggman shimmering like computer static. He yanked at his mustache, frustration turning to concern as the room began to warp and melt away. The digital noise intensified, akin to thousands of TV channels flicking past his ears. He shot to his feet, attempting to race out, but his legs felt like they were moving through syrup.
“No! Not now! What’s happening to my base?”
Reality itself was fraying at the edges. The machinery around him twisted and distorted, transforming into neon lights and garish, Hellish decor. His rotund figure distorted next, flesh pulling taut as though an unseen hand was sculpting him back into another shape.
Eggman’s red trench coat and yellow glasses stripped away in digital ribbons, replaced by a sleek navy-blue tuxedo with coattails and glowing cyan trim. His round belly vanished, limbs stretching until he was incredibly thin and unnaturally tall, every ounce of excess weight melting away. He groaned, the changes physically jarring, like he was being rearranged molecule by molecule. He clawed at his thinning body, but his fingers warped into long, cyan claw-like appendages.
“What... what is this?! I must... I must fight...”
The brilliant white of his eyes dissolved into red sclera with small cyan pupils, one outlined in black, the other in cyan. His face, once human, twisted into something digital—a flat-screen TV projecting a scowling visage of sharp cyan teeth and a long pointed tongue.
“No, no, NO! I am Dr. Eggman! I...”
Dr. Eggman's thoughts frayed as the transformation completed. Memories of thousands of inventive schemes, battles, and mechanical wonders became nothing more than corrupted files. His mind was overwritten with something entirely new: an insatiable greed for power, an ego matched only by his technological savvy, and a malevolent charisma designed to bend others to his will.
“Welcome to Hazbin Hotel, Dr. Robotnik,” a sinister, smooth voice echoed from the thin air.
Eggman, no, Vox—staggered as his surroundings solidified into the familiar decadence of a Hellish lobby. Neon lights flickered around the elegant, yet menacing decor. The clarity in Vox’s eyes sharpened, filled with malicious glee as he realized who he now was.
“That’s not my name anymore,” he hissed, voice full of sharp, electrical undertones. “I am Vox, the overlord of Hell’s technological empire.”
An electric spark flashed from his fingertips as he flexed his new claws, reveling in the rush of power and control. He caught sight of a mirror and preened, admiring his regal height and dashing tuxedo. A tiny black top hat with ornate antenna perched jauntily before his television screen head, completing his transformation.
“Perfect,” Vox sneered. "No more clunky robots. Pure, unfiltered power at my very fingertips." He moved with newfound elegance and agility, every step resonating with confidence and authority.
“Hello, darling!” a sultry voice interrupted his self-admiration. Valentino, one of the other Overlords, strolled into the room, a cigarette held between his fingers. “Admiring the new digs?”
Vox smirked, sharp teeth gleaming. “You have no idea, Val. The level of innovation I bring now? Truly, it’s going to be Hellishly perfect.”
VoxTek’s neon insignia lit up on the far wall as he reveled in this new reality and identity, plans already formulating in his twisted, technologically-enhanced mind. Eggman was no more—only Vox remained, ready to manipulate and dominate the infernal depths of Hazbin Hotel.
As the cameras around him buzzed to life, reflecting his myriad abilities, Vox's confidence grew. He remembered his new capabilities and the status he possessed—an Overlord among Overlords.
"Let's see if that idiot Alastor can keep up now," Vox chuckled darkly. "This show's just getting started."
The transformation was complete, the man of gears replaced by a demon of screens. And in the neon-lit abyss of Hazbin Hotel, Vox found his true stage—one electrifying enough to light Hell itself.
This story was generated by user JesterImps with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a transformation story of Dr Eggman (from the Sonic The Hedgehog games) turning into Vox (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change (Dr Eggman's clothes instantly replaced by Vox's clothes), extreme weight loss (making Dr Eggman loss all fat and making him unnaturally thin/slender), age change (turning to somewhere around 30s and 40s), height progression (growing from 6 feet tall to 7 feet tall), reality change (Dr Eggman's world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with Dr Eggman's personality and memories being completely replaced with Vox's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off to preserve his personality and memories, making him only remember being Vox). For Vox's appearance (after Dr Eggman turned into him), he is a tall and slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head, with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox is biologically immortal, being unable to die from illnesses and unable to age, remaining the same age as when he died, thus can not die of old age and other natural causes. He also cannot die from any kind of damage to the body, and will recover from any injury, however, he can only be permanently killed with angelic weaponry), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential) Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Response: In the bustling, mechanized heart of Metropolis Zone, Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik was seated in his command center, surrounded by flashing monitors and stacks of research data. The sinister doctor was hatching yet another plan to capture Sonic and his friends when a strange, unfamiliar hum filled the room—a sound far more ominous than any mechanical whirr he had engineered. “Bots, status check!” Eggman barked, swiveling his chair to peruse his numerous robotic allies, who continued their tasks without interruption. The hum grew louder, the air around Dr. Eggman shimmering like computer static. He yanked at his mustache, frustration turning to concern as the room began to warp and melt away. The digital noise intensified, akin to thousands of TV channels flicking past his ears. He shot to his feet, attempting to race out, but his legs felt like they were moving through syrup. “No! Not now! What’s happening to my base?” Reality itself was fraying at the edges. The machinery around him twisted and distorted, transforming into neon lights and garish, Hellish decor. His rotund figure distorted next, flesh pulling taut as though an unseen hand was sculpting him back into another shape. Eggman’s red trench coat and yellow glasses stripped away in digital ribbons, replaced by a sleek navy-blue tuxedo with coattails and glowing cyan trim. His round belly vanished, limbs stretching until he was incredibly thin and unnaturally tall, every ounce of excess weight melting away. He groaned, the changes physically jarring, like he was being rearranged molecule by molecule. He clawed at his thinning body, but his fingers warped into long, cyan claw-like appendages. “What... what is this?! I must... I must fight...” The brilliant white of his eyes dissolved into red sclera with small cyan pupils, one outlined in black, the other in cyan. His face, once human, twisted into something digital—a flat-screen TV projecting a scowling visage of sharp cyan teeth and a long pointed tongue. “No, no, NO! I am Dr. Eggman! I...” Dr. Eggman's thoughts frayed as the transformation completed. Memories of thousands of inventive schemes, battles, and mechanical wonders became nothing more than corrupted files. His mind was overwritten with something entirely new: an insatiable greed for power, an ego matched only by his technological savvy, and a malevolent charisma designed to bend others to his will. “Welcome to Hazbin Hotel, Dr. Robotnik,” a sinister, smooth voice echoed from the thin air. Eggman, no, Vox—staggered as his surroundings solidified into the familiar decadence of a Hellish lobby. Neon lights flickered around the elegant, yet menacing decor. The clarity in Vox’s eyes sharpened, filled with malicious glee as he realized who he now was. “That’s not my name anymore,” he hissed, voice full of sharp, electrical undertones. “I am Vox, the overlord of Hell’s technological empire.” An electric spark flashed from his fingertips as he flexed his new claws, reveling in the rush of power and control. He caught sight of a mirror and preened, admiring his regal height and dashing tuxedo. A tiny black top hat with ornate antenna perched jauntily before his television screen head, completing his transformation. “Perfect,” Vox sneered. "No more clunky robots. Pure, unfiltered power at my very fingertips." He moved with newfound elegance and agility, every step resonating with confidence and authority. “Hello, darling!” a sultry voice interrupted his self-admiration. Valentino, one of the other Overlords, strolled into the room, a cigarette held between his fingers. “Admiring the new digs?” Vox smirked, sharp teeth gleaming. “You have no idea, Val. The level of innovation I bring now? Truly, it’s going to be Hellishly perfect.” VoxTek’s neon insignia lit up on the far wall as he reveled in this new reality and identity, plans already formulating in his twisted, technologically-enhanced mind. Eggman was no more—only Vox remained, ready to manipulate and dominate the infernal depths of Hazbin Hotel. As the cameras around him buzzed to life, reflecting his myriad abilities, Vox's confidence grew. He remembered his new capabilities and the status he possessed—an Overlord among Overlords. "Let's see if that idiot Alastor can keep up now," Vox chuckled darkly. "This show's just getting started." The transformation was complete, the man of gears replaced by a demon of screens. And in the neon-lit abyss of Hazbin Hotel, Vox found his true stage—one electrifying enough to light Hell itself.
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