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A Spirited Transformation: From Innocent Child to Enigmatic Sinner-Demon in the World of Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (from a kid's age to around 30s), 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 the reader 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 peaceful realm of reality, a small boy of about 7 years named Jack sat playing with his toys. His life was simple and filled with the ordinary wonders of childhood. But as fate would have it, this simplicity was not meant to last. Suddenly, Jack noticed a strange vortex forming in his room. It pulsed with an eerie pink glow, drawing him towards it. The outlandish event scared him, but curiosity compelled him to approach it. As he neared the vortex, he felt a pull, an irresistible compulsion to step into it. Before he could react, he was swallowed whole. Reality warped and twisted around him. His short stature began to elongate; his small childish figure started to transform, mimicking feminine curves as he began growing taller and taller. His height surpassed his old one, and continued until he stood at a towering height of eight feet. His skin softened and changed to white fur, his normal hair transforming into a mop of fluffy white hair with light-pink splotches scattered across it. A pink heart pattern formed on the back of his head. His body tingled as changes continued to cascade down his spine, transforming and shaping him to be a slender creature that he could less and less identify with. Two additional sets of arms sprouted from beneath his existing pair, and his eye color turned to a distinct cerise pink, with one sclera light yellow and the other dark. Jack felt his mind bombard itself with unfamiliar memories and feelings, rapidly replacing his own. He tried to call out for his parents, but his voice choked, and instead turned into a New York accent. He fought the changes, clinging desperately to his fading memories, but to no avail. His mind was no longer his own. His conscious screamed as he turned into a creature named Angel Dust, erasing Jack’s childhood memories and replacing them with Angel's life. A strong realization struck him: he was no longer Jack, the 7-year old boy. He had become something else entirely: Angel Dust, the sinner demon of Hazbin Hotel. Angel Dust looked at his reflection and gave a smirk. The transformation had left no trace of his former self. He was now sporting a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt, and long, thigh-high heeled boots of the same color. He glanced at his independent third set of arms, hidden but ready to summon at his will. His nature altered drastically, becoming brash and sarcastic, drawing strength from Angel Dust’s memories. He loved being the center of attention, using his charisma to lure others. Angel fired off a string of jokes, most of which only he would dare to find funny. With two additional hands, Angel made inappropriate gestures that made even him grin. Yet beneath the flamboyant exterior, insecurity and fear swelled. He felt a deep sadness at the loss of his parents and his old life. There was a part of him that longed for redemption, despite his cynical view of it. Pranks, money, and Italian food brought joy to him, and he found himself suddenly hating his feet. He looked down at the people around him with a newfound bitterness and felt a wave of fear at the thought of his new boss, Valentino. In the end, it was clear to Angel Dust that he was no longer the same person. He was a part of Hell, a sinner demon with an appearance as unique and colorful as his life. His transformation was permanent, a one-way ticket to a different life. "I may not be human no more," Angel Dust said in his thick New York accent, looking at his reflection. "But I am Angel Dust, and that’s gotta mean some’n. Right?"

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:27 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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