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A Transformed Melody: From Human Innocence to Angel Dust's Chaotic Symphony


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 10 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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Once upon a time, in a peaceful neighborhood, lived a 10-year-old lad named Alfie. Alfie was an active and adventurous boy always exploring and dreaming about the magic of make-believe worlds; one series that stole his heart was Hazbin Hotel, and he was particularly fond of its eccentric character, Angel Dust. One fateful evening, after sitting through a Hazbin Hotel binge-watch marathon, Alfie fell into a deep sleep. His dream started as a usual hike out and about his neighborhood, until a sharp, alien gust of wind swept and carried him off to a surreal horizon. Alfie woke up in a world far from the comfort of his backyard - colors were brighter, the environment sharper and the atmosphere more intense. He'd somehow been spirited away into the fantastical world of the Hazbin Hotel. "Kid, you're not in Kansas anymore," a husky voice bustled through Alfie's ear, familiar yet alien. He turned around and a mirror stood before him - in it, an image of Angel Dust. He was taller, more massive; his reflection stood at a towering height of 8 feet. A wave of panic and splintering dread passed through him as he reached out, his hands meeting the mirror's cold surface. It was a horror beyond any he could imagine – he was Angel Dust! Without warning, his small and nimble limbs started elongating, his feet growing sizeably bigger and stronger to accommodate his new height. His slender build took on a more robust, feminine, almost flirtatious contour. His chest heaved, sprouting white, fluffy fur, molded by unseen forces into an alluring, breast-like formation. His fur changed its hue to a pristine white, splotches of light pink punctuating it. He could feel six more limbs sprouting, his body now mirroring the arachnid elegance of Angel Dust. His ensemble was complete with his flamboyantly stylish attire. As his exterior morphed, Alfie's youthful resolve was tested by his internally progressing age simultaneously. He began noticing his mind altering, thoughts maturing, his vocabulary expanding to encompass sharp wit, humor and innuendos of a much older person. In desperation, Alfie fought, pushed against the tide of encroaching memories not his own. He screamed for his parents. But his call was returned with a choked silence. The world he'd jumped into left no room for parents. His mind was slowly flooding with traits and thoughts resembling Angel Dust, expunging his earlier consciousness. "It's too late now," Angel's voice echoed in his mind, sounding almost remorseful. As his formerly cherished memories of his childhood and past life began to dim, he found his new personality consolidating. Angel Dust’s laugh broke out of him, his voice now a perfect mimicry of the infamous Hazbin Hotel character. His mind filled with vistas of the sin-filled city below Pentagram City. The last vestiges of Alfie's resistance were crushed as the episode of transformation concluded. Alfie was now Angel Dust: gay, confident, sarcastic, and playful. He found comfort in his new persona, his aspiration for redemption softening the overwhelming strangeness. The world of the Hazbin Hotel, once a playground for his imagination, was now his reality, every aspect experienced intensely. Alfie's past life had disappeared from his memory. He didn't know any life apart from Hazbin Hotel, his reality redefined. All that was left was Angel Dust, the loud, loveable character from the Hazbin Hotel. His new life in Hell was something he had to accept, even as he held on to hope for redemption. This was his new reality, and he would face it head-on, brashness, confidence, and all. "Ciao, Alfie," he rasped at his once familiar self before dancing off towards the Hotel, ready to seize his new life. His transformation was complete, irreversible, and thrillingly permanent. Alfie, the little boy, didn’t exist anymore. He was now Angel Dust, the dashing, devil-may-care spider demon. And he was going to relish every moment of it. "Welcome to Hell, Angel," he smirked. Indeed, welcome, new Angel Dust. Welcome to Hell.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:28 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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