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A Dance with Destiny: The Incredible Transformation into Angel Dust


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 6 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into 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 all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making him completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. 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 a New York accent. 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. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. 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 four arms, Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). 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. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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This transformation story commenced on an ordinary weekday. A six-year-old boy was absorbed in his TV show, Hazbin Hotel. His young eyes glowed with fascination as Angel Dust stole the spotlight, flaicing his spider-like frame with flamboyant sassiness. Let's call him Mike, shall we? Before he knew what was happening, his world started to warp; the color of his walls were no longer recognizably blue but sinewy crimson, his floor turned into abrasive blackened bricks. Probably, it was a dream, Mike thought. But, when he tried to yell out to his parents, his high-pitched, youthful voice transformed into a much deeper, rougher, and accented tone. "Ma! Pa! Somet'in ain't right here!" Mike shouted, his words now tainted with a New York accent. His heart began to race as his skin prickled, a tingling sensation creeping up every inch of his body. He felt an odd intensity in his chest, fur sprouting from his skin. He looked down, horror stricken to see bulging artificial breasts pushing against his favorite avengers t-shirt. "Mi-Mikey?" A voice echoed, wavering in shock. Mike turned around, watching as Charley, a character from his beloved show, stood right in front of him. Instantly, he recognized his surroundings; it was the Hazbin Hotel. Without another moment to decipher, Mike's eyebrows thinned, his eyelids obtained a shade of light pink. His singular golden tooth glistened as he staggered up, now viewing Charley at eye level, his weight on the boots he appeared to be wearing. He tried to frown, but the face reflected in the window before him was smirking, as though relishing in the amusement of his current turmoil. Mike's pulse deafened his thoughts as his height surged. "No! Ma! Pa!" Mike attempted to remember again, his parents' faces already flickering in his memory. His transformation didn’t stop there, additional pairs of limbs forced themselves out from his sides. The initial thought of becoming a superhero was now replaced by terror. His attempts to hold onto his innocence and humanity were becoming futile, rapidly replaced by Angel Dust's wanton recklessness and bawdy humor. "You always knew I was a stunner!" He heard himself say as he looked into his reflection, four arms waving back at him. But...that wasn't Mike's voice. That was Angel Dust's voice! Then he tried to remember his parents again, but could only picture Valentino, the unpleasant boss from Hazel Hotel. His frustration turned into resignation, he accepted being Angel Dust with defeat; after all, it seemed irreversible. He barely recognized the child he was before; it felt like a previous life he was suddenly detached from. “Well ain’t this somethin’?” Angel Dust exclaimed, examining the pink spots on his fur that was once young, soft skin. “Nothin' better than a new life, right good lookin’?” he winked at his reflection. And that was it. The boy named Mike was no more. In a blink of an eye, he was replaced by the flirtatious, irrepressible Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel. To be an angel of dust was his destiny; to be Mike was a distant memory, lost in the undulating realm of forgotten past.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:44 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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