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A Miraculous Metamorphosis: The Story of a Boy's Transformation into Angel Dust amidst a World of Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 10 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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In the tranquility of his suburban home, a ten-year-old boy engrosses himself in watching cartoon shows on a Saturday morning. Hazbin Hotel was famous among his peers, but he found it a bit too mature for his taste. Nevertheless, with today's gloomy weather hindering outdoor plans, curiosity got the best of him, leading him to click on an episode featuring the enigmatic character - Angel Dust. Suddenly, the boy feels a searing pain rippling through his body, accompanied by a tingling sensation as if his very atoms were rearranging themselves. The dull living room dulls and swirls around him, the vibrantly colored wallpaper of his house melting away into the crimson hues of the hotel in the show. Panic courses through him, but he finds himself unable to move. The adorable baby face gives way to high cheekbones, soften lips harden into a rough smirk lined with sharp, pointed teeth - a single gold fang sparkling charmingly. A prickling sensation overwhelms his chest, fur sprouting wildly, disguising its youthful flatness with an illusion of mature vanity. Eyes, once full of childish wonder, now mirror a vibrant cerise pink. The world stretches out in front of him as he grows taller and taller, finally coming to a halt at an astonishing eight feet. His body inflates with age, the transition from adolescence to adulthood accelerating at an alarming rate. His expanding arms split into three pairs, retracting and emerging simultaneously. His voice deepens, acquiring a familiar New York accent. The innocuous clothing morphs into a striking ensemble of a light pink suit-blazer, a miniskirt paired with a bowtie, a choker, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots. As he gazes at his reflection, he barely sees the boy he once was - memories of his parents, his friends, all seem alien, replaced by harsh realities of Hell. He fights tooth and nail, refusing to let go of his past life, his humanity. Yet, every call for help to his parents is snuffed out by another call for a drug or a flirtatious remark. Suddenly, in place of his fear and confusion, Angel Dust's own eccentric, boisterous personality consumes him. Any remnants of the boy's innocent mind are drowned out by the flamboyant, flirtatious persona he has become. His recent fondness for model airplanes and fun at the school park have faded and in place now lies an attraction for money, the color pink, and Italian food. However, a particularly inexplicable aversion to his own feet confuses him. In his newfound persona, his interactions brims with sarcasm and innuendos, his once gentle teasing remarks now replaced with provocative humor. His young, playful self now seems incongruous with his current destructive delight. Bashfully, he realizes the assertive self-confidence radiating from him, paired with an odd sense of fashion. He despises the ugly faces around him, albeit coupled with an inkling of fear from an ominous entity - Valentino. The thought of Valentino triggers a protective instinct, his mind painting images of the abusive monster he was subjected to. The trauma of it looms deep within, yet a mysterious glimmer of hope battles the dark negativity - perhaps redemption is possible after all. As the boy's real world completely merged with Hazbin Hotel, he stands alone in his room, seeming more like a set from a grand movie than his safe haven. "Holy hell, I've turned into Angel Dust!" But even as he voiced the ludicrous thought, there was the gravity in his words, a final acceptance of his reality. He was no longer the ten-year-old boy. He was Angel Dust - cocky, flamboyant, a sinner demon, trapped in an endlessly entertaining Hell.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 9:03 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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