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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the male human reader turning into an identical clone of Fizzarolli (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age change, height change, semi-robotification (arms and legs becoming robotic), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Fizzarolli's personality and memories, despite his fears of becoming a demon and his efforts of fighting back those new memories and personality, making him completely forget that he was ever a normal mortal human man, it was now completely impossible to remember his past mortal self, and only remembered that he was always Fizzarolli the jester imp). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Fizzarolli's appearance (after the human reader turned into his clone), he is a tall, slender male imp with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears or nose. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. The story is that Fizzarolli wanted an identical brother of his own to make his circus show much more interesting and popular, so he finds the male human reader and kidnaps him (leaving the reader horrified) before strapping the reader onto a transformative machine that some staff members of Fizzarolli's circus invented, before he activates the machine that turns the reader into his completely identical twin brother in both body and mind (against the reader's will), thus leaving two Fizzarollis in the wake to make the circus more famous. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The room spun as disoriented images plunged through my sight. White sterile lights illuminated the cold, cramped quarters. My hands were bound to a large chair, metallic binds snaked around my wrists and ankles as I squirmed uncomfortably. Then a figure strolled into my line of sight, a figure adorned with a grotesque grin and eyes that danced with malevolent mirth. His brightly colored outfit and eccentric demeanor registered almost immediately to me - Fizzarolli, the fan-favorite jester from the Helluva Boss series. "Well, well! What do we have here? A new addition to my act! Let's get you all spruced up, pal!" Fizzarolli chortled merrily, his devilish eyes twinkling with an unsettling delight. My body stiffened at his words, my mind reeling in terror. "No, you can't do this to me... I---" my plea was interrupted with the pressing of a large, ominous button on his side of the room. Light flashed, inducing a searing pain throughout my body, my skin was on fire. I screamed in agony as I felt my human features distort, change, morph. My arms and legs became hardened, took on an artificial feel as if they had been replaced with robotic surrogates. "Don't fight it, kiddo! This is for the best! My show needs another me. You're gonna love being me!" His voice echoed in my head. A metallic taste tainted my tongue as my teeth sharpened – evolving into blue neon fangs. Next influx of pain originated from my face – as if someone had slashed me with a burning blade. A burn scar, developed near-instantaneously engulfed the majority of my face. I could no longer feel my ears or nose as my skin shriveled up, the intense sensation alleviated by a wave of frosty cold stems from my now fully metallic limbs. Slowly my body crisp images began returning. I tried blinking, but my eyes remained foreign, changed. Lime sclera and pink irises. A sliver of fear struck me as the realization dawned. I was becoming Fizzarolli. "No! I won't let it! This isn't me... I don't want..." It got harder to resist, to retain my sense of self. Pain waned but the strangeness of my being plagued my mind. A jester cap materialized upon my newly bald head, bells jingling at the slightest movement. The ruffles of my now red and blue outfit nipped at my sides while striped pants covered my slender legs. I was losing myself, slipping into this new identity against my will. Finally, came the mental change... the most terrifying part. I felt my treasured memories, my personality being gradually erased, replaced with something... blasphemous. My resistance fell to naught as I succumbed to the inevitable existence before me. Memories tainted with an unfamiliar entity that seemed to espouse within me rapidly, at a frightening pace. I felt vulgarity, crude humor, and a flair for the dramatic invade my psyche. Even as I fought, it became increasingly challenging to remember who I was... who I used to be. My former human existence faded into naught, leaving me hollow. Only memories of my demonic life remained, of being Fizzarolli. Undeniably, I had ceased to be the person I once was. I am Fizzarolli now, an identical twin... Whether I wanted it or not, it was who I was now, irrevocably and forever. As the last shreds of humanity trickled away, a new thought came to mind: I couldn't wait to hit the stage.
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