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Charlie and Alastor's Cybernetic Odyssey as Dynamo and Torpedo Blast

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A fantasy transformation story unfolds as Charlie, transformed into Dynamo, and Alastor, reborn as Torpedo Blast, undergo a cybernetic metamorphosis that leads them to their true selves as Autobot warriors on the futuristic world of Cybertron.
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Certainly! Here is a fantasy transformation story based on the given prompt.

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### "Cyber Rebirth: The New Sparks"

The doors of the Hazbin Hotel echoed with the click of Charlie Morningstar’s saddle shoes as she strode across the plush, red carpet. A letter—an invitation—had brought her here, and she clutched it nervously. Above her, chandeliers flickered with eldritch light. On the opposite side of the lounge, Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, waited, twirling his vintage microphone cane between his spindly, gloved fingers, his ever-present grin in place.

Charlie cleared her throat, mustering courage. “Alastor, I—we—need your help. The hotel's mission is stalling... and I know you can bring in the entertainment, but this plan…it’s a big ask. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Alastor’s eyes gleamed, and he leaned in, voice humming with old-time static. “Oh, my dear Charlie, what is existence without a pinch of chaos and a dash of the unknown?” He snapped his fingers—crimson sigils swirling midair. “Let’s give this whole game a new spin!”

The room warped. Shadow, static, and a jolt of alien energy swept through them.

Charlie gasped, stumbling back as her body tingled—her bones humming with a metallic ache. “Alastor! What—what’s—? What are you—doing—?”

Alastor’s laughter distorted, electric, as he clutched his head in wicked delight. “Why, Charlie, I’m upping the ante! Let’s both become entertainment for a different audience. Something… mechanical. Something grand!”

The air around them contorted and shattered like glass, reality cracking and remolding with unthinkable speed. The walls of the hotel melted into endless metal towers—planar highways and steel cities. The unmistakable skies of Cybertron filled the horizon.

And their bodies began to change.

#### The Transformation

Charlie's clothes constricted, binding to her form, seams vanishing beneath her skin as they became metal plates. Her legs lengthened, expanding until she towered well above any human—muscles swelling, joints restructuring, until the entirety of her body sang like steel strings.

Her tuxedo jacket fused with her chest, morphing into reinforced armor of shimmering pink and light gray, rimmed by electric blue. Her shoes split and expanded, becoming robust metallic feet ringed in light blue, her fingers now segmented and powerful, gleaming with potential. Her face reformed—her cheeks, lips, eyelids—all sharpening into a masculine, strong metallic visage, now dark gray and utterly alien. Her voice deepened, resounding, every syllable heavy and sonorous. Even her hair shrank into a pink-and-gray helmet, two black antennae flicking from her ears. She was growing...and growing...until she could barely comprehend the world below her feet. She was now more than 25 feet tall.

Charlie dropped to one knee, feeling her mind strain. “What’s happening to me? NO! I—I can’t—this isn’t right—Vaggie! HELP!”

Alastor was next—his grin beginning to falter for the first time. His pinstripe suit melted into red and black sheet-metal, thin white lines, and glistening accents. The monocle over his eye fused, becoming an optic sensor, while his antlers blackened and melded into sharp, jagged antennae atop a red-black helmet. His body bulked up, all old, thin lines vanishing in favor of athletic, powerful plates—his hands and feet massive and formidable. His voice lost its radio distortion, cracking, then settling into the strong, vibrant timbre of a late teenager.

Alastor stared down, flexing massive red metallic fingers. “What a fascinating—oh! What happened to my voice? This...this isn’t how it was supposed—supposed to—” He stopped, brow furrowing—his face now able to frown, to show uncertainty.

Charlie—now distinctly male, voice gruff and ponderous—reached for Alastor, two transformed hands sparking. “Alastor! I—what am I? What did you do?”

Alastor let out a nervous, teenaged laugh. “Dude, I don’t know anymore! This wasn’t—I didn't mean to—wait, did I just call you dude?!”

#### The Mental Battle

The world was fully changed now—stretching above was the steel sky of Cybertron, battlecries echoing from distant city blocks, the neon glow of energon streams illuminating everything in mechanical hues.

Suddenly, their minds began to cloud, thoughts and memories hazing—faces of friends, their mission, each other—as demons, as people—grew fuzzier, indistinct.

Alastor gripped his head. “No, no, no! I refuse—to forget! I worked too hard to be—me! What’s happening?!”

Charlie’s voice boomed, frantic. “Me too! I don’t want to forget! Please, fight back—Alastor—NO! This isn’t fair—!”

But their struggles slowed. Memories of Hell, of hotels, of redemption and deal-making, faces and feelings, all seemed to become mist—then were gone. In their place, new circuits lit up. New names flashed. Sparks of a different existence decoupled and locked into place.

Alastor’s—no, Torpedo Blast’s—deep voice cracked with terror. He looked at Charlie, and without forethought said, “Bro—I mean, Dynamo, what’s happening to us, man?”

Charlie—now Dynamo—felt the words spill from his mouth. “We’re returning to who we always were. This—this is us—this is me.”

Torpedo Blast groaned, gritting sharp, metallic teeth. “We gotta—gotta hold on—I don’t wanna be—this—!”

But it was too late.

Their personas, everything that Charlie and Alastor ever were, drained into nothing. Machinery that was foreign a minute ago now felt like home, their real home. Powerful hands dropped from their heads as the mental haze cleared and a new clarity—irrevocable—snapped into place.

Torpedo Blast grinned—a real, expressive grin—and playfully shoved Dynamo’s shoulder. “You spacing out on me, Dynamo? We need to head back to base. Optimus’ll be waiting, bro!”

Dynamo’s optics glimmered, their light pure blue. “Can’t keep the boss waiting, Torpedo Blast! Let’s roll out!"

They looked at their shoulders—Decepticon sigils, etched into metal (a reminder of a past allegiance), gleamed in the light, but a deeper feeling told them they were Autobots now—always had been, always would be, brothers in arms, warriors for peace.

Their huge feet boomed against the metallic ground as they strode off, the world of Hell and Hazbin Hotel a distant, never-was simulation—just a glitch in their retinas, nothing more.

#### At the Autobot Base

Optimus Prime turned as Dynamo and Torpedo Blast entered, their imposing forms shining beneath the base's lights.

Patting Dynamo’s shoulder, Torpedo Blast grinned. “Tough fight against the ‘Cons, huh, bro?”

Dynamo nodded, folding his arms. “Wouldn’t expect anything less, man. We’ve always got each other’s backs.”

They laughed, the sound echoing with the metallic resonance of true brothers—Autobots, guardians of Cybertron, and the only selves they ever knew.

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**And in another world, the deeds, dreams, and dramas of Charlie and Alastor faded as if they had only ever been static on a lone, broken radio.**

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#### Example Quotes From the Story

**Charlie (mid-transformation):**
"Alastor! This isn’t what we agreed on—why am I… changing?! I don’t want to—stop!"

**Alastor (mid-transformation):**
"Oh dear, what—what have I done? This wasn’t quite the performance I planned—urk—!"

**Alastor (as personality changes begin):**
"Wait...Dude? I never say—dude. Why am I saying dude?!"

**Charlie (as personality changes begin):**
"We have to fight it! Don't forget—don't forget her—"

**Torpedo Blast (as transformation completes):**
"Yo Dynamo, let’s report in, man. Autobots always got each other’s backs, bro."

**Dynamo (as transformation completes):**
"Right behind you, Torpedo Blast. Let’s roll!"

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**In this new mechanical dawn, their former lives, hopes, and fears had burned away—leaving only the gleaming, true sparks of Dynamo and Torpedo Blast: autobots, brothers, and ever ready for the next battle.**

This story was generated by user HelluvaJester with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write the transformation story of Charlie Morningstar and Alastor the Radio Demon (both from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel) turning into cybertrons (which are sentient robots) from the Transformers franchise, complete with gender change (with Charlie Morningstar transforming from female to male), robotification (becoming robots) body change (due to both Charlie Morningstar and Alastor becoming giant humanoid robots), clothes-body merge (Charlie's and Alastor's clothes merging with their bodies to become metallic armor of their own respective colors), height progression (making them much taller until they are more than 25 feet tall), voice change (Charlie's and Alastor's voices change to fit their new bodies, with Charlie's voice becoming deeper and masculine while Alastor's voice loses his radio static effects and changes to become more similar to a late-teenager), reality change (Charlie's and Alastor's world becoming the world of Transformers), and mind/mental change (with all of Charlie's and Alastor's personality and memories being completely replaced with those of cybertrons, making their minds fuzzy (the fuzziness in their minds clear up when their memories and personalities are fully replaced), despite their best efforts on fighting them off (they don't want to forget their previous self but then completely forget all about their previous selves against their will), making them unable to remember their previous selves (which they realize (or rather know) were not real and that they were never demons to begin with, which they know was just a glitch in their retinas/programming), so they remember (or rather know) that they have always been cybertrons (which is their true/real selves) and formerly Decepticons on Megatron's side (having joined the Autobots despite both the cybertrons retaining the Decepticon symbols on their shoulder pads), completely oblivious/unaware of their previous selves (which wasn't real to begin with)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Charlie Morningstar's appearance (before the transformation begins), she is a tall, slender hellborn demon, standing at around 6 feet tall or over. She has long, blonde hair, with lighter blonde and pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl. Her lips are black and she has rosy red cheeks. She wears grey eyeliners, her eyes are red, her sclera is light yellow, and she has thick black eyelashes, both top and bottom. She accessorizes with a small black bowtie and black suspenders, with an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt. Over this she usually wears a fitted red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes. When in her full demon form, a pair of dark-reddish horns protrude from her head and her eyes' sclera turn bright red with slit pupils. Here is Charlie's personality; she is compassionate and empathetic to a fault, feeling genuine upset at the idea of harm coming to others. Although she isn't unaware that Hell is populated with souls that have committed egregious acts in their living lives, she still views their yearly extermination as a senseless waste and makes it her personal mission to help them avoid it via self-betterment and eventual redemption, something she is seemingly alone in believing is possible. Charlie's idealism, while setting her apart from many of her hellborn peers, can also make her naïve to many of the harsh realities that appear to stand in the way of her potential success - something her girlfriend, Vaggie, tries to remind her of, only to be cheerfully ignored in favor of a more blinkered, sunny optimism. This can also cause her to rush headlong into the initial stages of her plans without much preparation. Charlie has a love for musical theatre, song and dance, and will often convey her emotions and ideas through showtunes and ballads. She appears to take perceived failures hard, as she believes her heartfelt theatrical passion should be enough to bring people over to her way of thinking, and is disheartened when it's not as simple as she imagines. She openly admits during a dejected voicemail to her mother that she doesn't actually know what she is doing, or how to make her plan for reforming sinners work in practice. Despite being sweet and lacking 'street-smarts', this doesn't make Charlie a pushover or stupid. When people insult her or openly mock her ideals and plans, she has no hesitation in standing up for herself, or even rolling up her sleeves to physically fight back. She is also not above letting a few cuss words slip. Charlie also displays some grounding in her idealism, understanding that not all demons can be redeemed, or even likely to change for the better. She displays sensible hesitation when confronted with an ambiguous deal from some high-raking demons. For Alastor's appearance (before the transformation begins), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). 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). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. 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. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His 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. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. The story is that Charlie Morningstar needed help from Alastor and she calls him to help her with the Hazbin Hotel, but Alastor, who wanted to bring in more entertainment, intentionally uses his black magic to transform both himself and Charlie into cybertrons for fun (while also causing them to be in the world of Transformers), starting their transformations into cybertrons. As their bodies become metallic (while they start to grow much taller), Charlie's outfit merging with her body as her body bulks up (becoming bulky yet athletic) to become pink and light gray metal with light blue rims and bands (pink feet with gray patches and light blue rims, gray lower arms with pink patches and light blue bands, gray helmet with pink rims ans black bands and black ear pieces, and pink upper torso with gray patches and light blue rims, as well as dark gray thighs, dark gray upper arms, dark gray lower torso, and dark gray neck) while her eyes become pure blue eyes without pupils or irises and her face becoming a dark gray masculine and metallic face (her voice deepens to a manly voice to match her new form hair shortens and becomes a pink-and-gray helmet with rounded black antennae-like ear pieces) as she was now 25 feet tall, much to Alastor's amusement. Alastor is enjoying his own transformation, as Alastor's outfit merges with his body as his body bulks up (becoming bulky yet athletic, no longer unnaturally slender or slim) to become red-and-black metal with white rims and thin black stripes (red feet and lower legs with black stripes, red lower arms with black hands and white wrists, red helmet with black lines and ear pieces, and red upper torso with white rims, as well as black thighs, black upper arms, black lower torso, and black neck) as he was now 25 feet tall, while his eyes become completely red without irises or pupils (unlike his previous self) and his face becoming a deep gray metallic manly face (with his hair shortening before merging with his black antlers to turn into a red-and-black helmet with sharp black antennae-like ear pieces), much to Alastor's amusement. Once their bodies stopped transforming (much to Charlie's confusion and horror since she doesn't want to transform), they were now completely cybertrons, much to Alastor's amusement (noticing his voice no longer having radio static effect and now sounding like a late teenager's voice), and he tells Charlie that this was his plan (even though he doesn't know the world or characters who inhabit it). Unfortunately, without Alastor's consent and against his will (and against his plan), both Alastor's and Charlie's mind starts clouding up and they both start forgetting all about their previous selves (also against their will, especially Alastor (now frowning due to no longer having a permanent grin but an expressive face), who never planned or wanted to replace his own personality or memories, so he and Charlie both try to fight off the mind/mental changes but to no avail, as Alastor begins calling Charlie "Dynamo" while Charlie begins calling Alastor "Torpedo Blast", despite Charlie and Alastor not having heard these names before (Alastor is confused why does he know these names, and Charlie is also confused by that), making them realize, much to their horror, that their memories are being replaced), making them hold their own heads, and they are losing all memories and personality of their previous selves, making it completely impossible to remember their previous selves or lives and leaving them as cybertrons (while their memories as cybertrons flood their mind (with Alastor no longer saying quaint anachronisms such as "dear" or "charming demon belle" and, due to his changing personality becoming more like a teenager's personality (Alastor is confused on why he's acting like an everyday teenager instead of himself and asks that), he, against his will, now says stuff like "bro" and "dude" instead of "dear" or "belle" (he realizes that he can no longer say quaint anachronisms and is saying "bro", "dude", "man", and other teenage slangs instead (making Alastor confused and scared), due to his personality changes making him act more like teenager instead of his old self as Alastor, so he's acting and talking like a teenager against his will and much to his horror (with Alastor even asking himself on why is he acting like an everyday teenager and Alastor also asks himself on why is he speaking like a teenager (such as saying "dude", "man", and "bro") instead of "dear", "my dear", or "charming demon belle")), and he now (against his will) sees Charlie as his brother and Charlie seeing Alastor as her (now his) brother), making Alastor ask Charlie on what's happening before Charlie answers that they are returning back to normal, or in other words, returning back to their true selves (cybertrons), making them realize that their previous lives as Charlie and Alastor were not real, they never had been real, and, by the end of the mind/mental changes, they are starting to remember the names "Dynamo" and "Torpedo Blast" and they then realize that they always had been cybertrons named "Dynamo" and "Torpedo Blast"). Once their minds clear up, they realize (or rather know) that they had always been cybertron who once sided with Decepticons, but eventually sided with the Autobots (despite retaining the Decepticon symbols on their shoulder pads) led by Optimus Prime; with the pink-and-gray cyberton himself (who was never Charlie Morningstar) being named Dynamo and the red-and-black cybertron himself (who was never Alastor) being named Torpedo Blast, and they both have always been brothers (which they refer to each other and some other characters as either "dude", "man", or " bro"). They return back to their base with the other Autobots, as they always have after a successful mission against the Decepticons. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

Response: Certainly! Here is a fantasy transformation story based on the given prompt. --- ### "Cyber Rebirth: The New Sparks" The doors of the Hazbin Hotel echoed with the click of Charlie Morningstar’s saddle shoes as she strode across the plush, red carpet. A letter—an invitation—had brought her here, and she clutched it nervously. Above her, chandeliers flickered with eldritch light. On the opposite side of the lounge, Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, waited, twirling his vintage microphone cane between his spindly, gloved fingers, his ever-present grin in place. Charlie cleared her throat, mustering courage. “Alastor, I—we—need your help. The hotel's mission is stalling... and I know you can bring in the entertainment, but this plan…it’s a big ask. Are you sure you’re up for it?” Alastor’s eyes gleamed, and he leaned in, voice humming with old-time static. “Oh, my dear Charlie, what is existence without a pinch of chaos and a dash of the unknown?” He snapped his fingers—crimson sigils swirling midair. “Let’s give this whole game a new spin!” The room warped. Shadow, static, and a jolt of alien energy swept through them. Charlie gasped, stumbling back as her body tingled—her bones humming with a metallic ache. “Alastor! What—what’s—? What are you—doing—?” Alastor’s laughter distorted, electric, as he clutched his head in wicked delight. “Why, Charlie, I’m upping the ante! Let’s both become entertainment for a different audience. Something… mechanical. Something grand!” The air around them contorted and shattered like glass, reality cracking and remolding with unthinkable speed. The walls of the hotel melted into endless metal towers—planar highways and steel cities. The unmistakable skies of Cybertron filled the horizon. And their bodies began to change. #### The Transformation Charlie's clothes constricted, binding to her form, seams vanishing beneath her skin as they became metal plates. Her legs lengthened, expanding until she towered well above any human—muscles swelling, joints restructuring, until the entirety of her body sang like steel strings. Her tuxedo jacket fused with her chest, morphing into reinforced armor of shimmering pink and light gray, rimmed by electric blue. Her shoes split and expanded, becoming robust metallic feet ringed in light blue, her fingers now segmented and powerful, gleaming with potential. Her face reformed—her cheeks, lips, eyelids—all sharpening into a masculine, strong metallic visage, now dark gray and utterly alien. Her voice deepened, resounding, every syllable heavy and sonorous. Even her hair shrank into a pink-and-gray helmet, two black antennae flicking from her ears. She was growing...and growing...until she could barely comprehend the world below her feet. She was now more than 25 feet tall. Charlie dropped to one knee, feeling her mind strain. “What’s happening to me? NO! I—I can’t—this isn’t right—Vaggie! HELP!” Alastor was next—his grin beginning to falter for the first time. His pinstripe suit melted into red and black sheet-metal, thin white lines, and glistening accents. The monocle over his eye fused, becoming an optic sensor, while his antlers blackened and melded into sharp, jagged antennae atop a red-black helmet. His body bulked up, all old, thin lines vanishing in favor of athletic, powerful plates—his hands and feet massive and formidable. His voice lost its radio distortion, cracking, then settling into the strong, vibrant timbre of a late teenager. Alastor stared down, flexing massive red metallic fingers. “What a fascinating—oh! What happened to my voice? This...this isn’t how it was supposed—supposed to—” He stopped, brow furrowing—his face now able to frown, to show uncertainty. Charlie—now distinctly male, voice gruff and ponderous—reached for Alastor, two transformed hands sparking. “Alastor! I—what am I? What did you do?” Alastor let out a nervous, teenaged laugh. “Dude, I don’t know anymore! This wasn’t—I didn't mean to—wait, did I just call you dude?!” #### The Mental Battle The world was fully changed now—stretching above was the steel sky of Cybertron, battlecries echoing from distant city blocks, the neon glow of energon streams illuminating everything in mechanical hues. Suddenly, their minds began to cloud, thoughts and memories hazing—faces of friends, their mission, each other—as demons, as people—grew fuzzier, indistinct. Alastor gripped his head. “No, no, no! I refuse—to forget! I worked too hard to be—me! What’s happening?!” Charlie’s voice boomed, frantic. “Me too! I don’t want to forget! Please, fight back—Alastor—NO! This isn’t fair—!” But their struggles slowed. Memories of Hell, of hotels, of redemption and deal-making, faces and feelings, all seemed to become mist—then were gone. In their place, new circuits lit up. New names flashed. Sparks of a different existence decoupled and locked into place. Alastor’s—no, Torpedo Blast’s—deep voice cracked with terror. He looked at Charlie, and without forethought said, “Bro—I mean, Dynamo, what’s happening to us, man?” Charlie—now Dynamo—felt the words spill from his mouth. “We’re returning to who we always were. This—this is us—this is me.” Torpedo Blast groaned, gritting sharp, metallic teeth. “We gotta—gotta hold on—I don’t wanna be—this—!” But it was too late. Their personas, everything that Charlie and Alastor ever were, drained into nothing. Machinery that was foreign a minute ago now felt like home, their real home. Powerful hands dropped from their heads as the mental haze cleared and a new clarity—irrevocable—snapped into place. Torpedo Blast grinned—a real, expressive grin—and playfully shoved Dynamo’s shoulder. “You spacing out on me, Dynamo? We need to head back to base. Optimus’ll be waiting, bro!” Dynamo’s optics glimmered, their light pure blue. “Can’t keep the boss waiting, Torpedo Blast! Let’s roll out!" They looked at their shoulders—Decepticon sigils, etched into metal (a reminder of a past allegiance), gleamed in the light, but a deeper feeling told them they were Autobots now—always had been, always would be, brothers in arms, warriors for peace. Their huge feet boomed against the metallic ground as they strode off, the world of Hell and Hazbin Hotel a distant, never-was simulation—just a glitch in their retinas, nothing more. #### At the Autobot Base Optimus Prime turned as Dynamo and Torpedo Blast entered, their imposing forms shining beneath the base's lights. Patting Dynamo’s shoulder, Torpedo Blast grinned. “Tough fight against the ‘Cons, huh, bro?” Dynamo nodded, folding his arms. “Wouldn’t expect anything less, man. We’ve always got each other’s backs.” They laughed, the sound echoing with the metallic resonance of true brothers—Autobots, guardians of Cybertron, and the only selves they ever knew. --- **And in another world, the deeds, dreams, and dramas of Charlie and Alastor faded as if they had only ever been static on a lone, broken radio.** --- #### Example Quotes From the Story **Charlie (mid-transformation):** "Alastor! This isn’t what we agreed on—why am I… changing?! I don’t want to—stop!" **Alastor (mid-transformation):** "Oh dear, what—what have I done? This wasn’t quite the performance I planned—urk—!" **Alastor (as personality changes begin):** "Wait...Dude? I never say—dude. Why am I saying dude?!" **Charlie (as personality changes begin):** "We have to fight it! Don't forget—don't forget her—" **Torpedo Blast (as transformation completes):** "Yo Dynamo, let’s report in, man. Autobots always got each other’s backs, bro." **Dynamo (as transformation completes):** "Right behind you, Torpedo Blast. Let’s roll!" --- **In this new mechanical dawn, their former lives, hopes, and fears had burned away—leaving only the gleaming, true sparks of Dynamo and Torpedo Blast: autobots, brothers, and ever ready for the next battle.**

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