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A Transformation of Melodies: The Journey of the Boy into Angel Dust in a World Transformed by Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 11 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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Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Tom. He was a mere 11 years old when the change began. His surroundings, his body, his memories, everything about him was subjected to an alarming transformation that swiftly pushed him into an unknown realm. "Am I dreaming?" Tom rubbed at his hazel eyes, squinting at his warped reflection. A distortion. He blinked but what he saw was not the boy he always was, rather, an adult's figure was starting to take shape. It was as if he was looking into a funhouse mirror. His mother’s broken dialogue echoing from another dimension, “Tom…where…you?” it sounded almost alien, and then it faded into nothing. Letting out a startled gasp, he clung to his bedpost for support as his body started to age in literal seconds. The transformation was not just physical, but seeping deeper into his very essence. From a bashful boy, his mind frame started to drift towards forwardness, boldness, flirtatiousness, a brash personality started to form. "Wha… What's happening to me?" he muttered, his voice growing low and gritty, adopting a heavy New York tongue. His height counting up to 8 feet and his once meek posture was now more slender, taking on feminine curves. His skin, covered in silky white fur with patches of light pink. "+#$%! What the...?" He cursed, surprised at his own language. He ran his hands over his face, only to find his ears and nose replaced by nothingness. He felt a strange heaviness on his chest, looking down, he noticed the fluffiness. His clothes warped and oscillated in the mirror's reflection, finally settling down as a pink suit-blazer with red-grey boots and a bowtie and gloves with unique colors on each hand. His once childlike innocence melted away, being replaced by sarcasm and a dubious sense of humor. "Looks like I am all peng," Tom chuckled, his voice barely recognizable. The reality rippled around him, bending his room's design into a completely different environment. The realms of his existence now warped into infernal depths of Hell, a sin city that glowed with a chaotic yet lively atmosphere. "Hazbin Hotel," he murmured. The name formed naturally on his lips as he accepted his new world, all traces of the Human world that he once used to live in, disappeared. Deep within, somewhere, the old Tom struggled to fight against this new imposition, attempting to remember his parents, his regular life, but it all dissipated into the ether. The remaining hope was gradually replaced with cynical perspectives about redemption. A sigh echoed in his emptiness, a sigh belonging to Angel Dust. Forgetting his past self was a pain he felt deep inside, unable to put into words. Where once was Tom, now stood Angel Dust, a demon full of charisma. He glanced around, capturing the vibrant environment and he smiled. "This ain’t half bad after all. Hell, this might even be fun." Dust was left of Tom’s memories. His former self was a fading echo in the pits of his mind. He fell headfirst into Angel's lust for cooking, his love for Italian food, his addiction to rude and crass humor. "Say hello to your brand-new self," he cooed at his reflection, demonstrating an unnatural confidence. He was fully transformed into Angel Dust. He blinked and saw six eyes instead of two. Flexing his arms into view, he watched with an amused grin as two more sprouted out, then another set leaving him with eight appendages. The transformation was irreversible and complete. He was Angel Dust: a swanky, flirtatious actor—a spider-like demon from Hazbin Hotel with a permanently stained-record. He strutted around his new environment, laughing at the absurdity of it all—his victorious transformation. His frame shivered with amusement, lips parting in a wicked grin. "Here's to a thrilling life, eh?" He raised an imaginary toast to his new beginnings.

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

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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