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Question: Write a transformation story of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series) turning into a common green bottle fly (Lucilia sericata) female from real life, complete with gender change, shrinking, body changes (developing a proboscis (instead of a jawed mouth), losing vocal cords (making him unable to talk or make other sounds), insect wings, larger red eyes, a segmented body, the rear end inflating into an abdomen, etc), age change, and mind/mental change (with Alastor's personalities and memories being replaced with a female green bottle fly's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of holding onto them). For Alastor's appearance, 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. For the female green bottle fly's appearance (after Alastor turned into her), she is 10–14 mm (0.39–0.55 inches) in length – slightly larger than a house fly – and has brilliant, metallic, blue-green coloration with black markings. She has short, sparse, black bristles (setae) and three cross-grooves on the thorax. The wings are clear with light brown veins, and the legs and antennae are black. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The neon sights of Hazbin Hotel dimmed as all present turned their attentions to the commanding figure in the center of the room. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, was known throughout Hell for his charm, venation, and deceptively jovial nature. Just under seven-feet tall, his sinister grin was framed by an angled bob-cut tuft of pinkish-red hair with black tips, making his sharp, yellow teeth and large red monochromatic eyes even more arresting. An unexpected phenomenon was about to unfold in the ornate lobby of the Hotel, one that Alastor, despite his vast occult knowledge was incapable of predicting or preventing. At first, the changes were minor. He shivered, a sensation he hadn't felt since his human days. Dark patches appeared across his beige skin, shimmering unsettlingly as if fluid. A split second later, his entire body was overtaken with a violent shudder, involuntarily folding inwards on himself. A high-pitched buzzing sound filled his ears, his monocled right eye twitching with the strain of trying to comprehend his rapidly blurring world. Despite his every effort to resist, Alastor's iconic grin waned, replaced by an uncharacteristic grimace. His arms and legs began to buckle, the dark-grey skin shrinking while his body writhed in mid-air. The once formidable demon was now barely larger than a small coin, and still shrinking. His jaw ached with a bone-deep intensity; it felt like his snarling mouth was fusing together. A desperate inhale before his vocal cords tightened to an inescapable silence; no elegant radio voice, no grand announcements... even his sarcastic quips were silenced. Stunned Hell dwellers watched in morbid curiosity as Alastor's newly segmented body took on an iridescent, green-blue hue. His once grand attire faded into the ethereal glow of his insectile form. The elegant antlers dwindled down to antenna, twitching and writhing in an attempt to understand the new information they were receiving. His eyes, recently shrunken to mere pinpricks, ballooned into immense, Faceted orbs, vividly red and alert. No longer tinted windows into his calculating soul; but rudimentary structures, adapted for survival. The demon's elongated abdomen pulsated unnervingly. Two filmy wings sprouted from the thorax, their rapid oscillations amplifying the buzzing noise that resonated throughout Hazbin Hotel. His characteristic memories and age-old machinations, his grand schemes, the power plays were swept away like beach sand against a relentless wave. New, alien instincts took hold in Alastor's shrunk mind, obliterating his identity and ironically placing him at the mercy of nature's survival game. His last sentient thoughts were musings of poetic irony. The tormentor turned tormented, predator to prey, as he, the Radio Demon, was reduced to a common, albeit beautiful, female green bottle fly. As the transformation completed, Alastor ascended on newly-forged wings. Echoing the finality of former grandeur, a single whispered thought wafted through the horrified, captivated patrons of Hazbin Hotel: The mighty had indeed fallen. Alastor was no more than a mere buzzing ambience in the demonic institution he had once dominated.
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