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A Twist of Fate: The Mortal's Metamorphosis into Hazbin Hotel's Angel Dust


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Question: Write a transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, 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 attempt on fighting off these mental changes, 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 Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it is forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as 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 six limbs (two legs and 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 preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, 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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Your days were typical, filled with mundane regular tasks, until one day. You woke up feeling distinctly different. The world around you was brewing with an unexplainable chaos you couldn't initially comprehend. Shaking the disorientation off, you stood up from your bed. But your body felt different, taller, and the room seemed smaller than usual. Looking down at yourself, your eyes widened. Instead of your human body, you saw white fur, your legs were almost feminine and were unusually long. You were definitely taller than before. 'What in the—?' You exclaimed, your voice was startlingly unfamiliar, deep with a thick New York accent you never had before. As you reached up to touch your face, what you felt was surreal. There was no nose, no ears. Instead, there were three small freckle-like dots under each eye. Rubbing the so-called freckles, you recoiled as they blinked open – they were small eyes! Things were not adding up; your body was changing bizarrely. Turning towards the mirror, your heart dropped. Staring back at you was not a human you were, but a tall, slender figure with white fluffy fur, bright pink heart patterns, and unique eyes. 'Am I dreaming?' You thought, your mind spinning fast. 'I need to call—' The next thing you knew, you were drawing a blank. You found it increasingly difficult to remember your past. You ... you were ... Anthony, weren't you? Your attempts to fight the mental changes were futile. What happened next was agonizing as your mind was being rewired, past memories being erased and replaced by the memories of a demon named Anthony, or 'Angel Dust.' The singles of your human past faded away, and you were left with no recollection of who you were before. Now standing tall, you had completely transformed into Angel Dust. Fully clothed in a light pink suit-blazer with white stripes, reddish-grey miniskirt, and matching high-heeled boots, you looked like you stepped right out of the Hazbin Hotel series. Your additional set of arms was hidden yet readily available. Though it surprised you, the familiarity in your mind reassured you that this was your supposed 'normal.' As the days progressed, you accepted your reality. The world around you warped into the Hell of the Hazbin Hotel, twisted and chaotic. Characters you loved watching on the screen now played a significant role in your life. Your once agreeable demeanor turned flamboyant, sarcastic, and quick-witted, accentuated with strong language. You enthusiastically partook in fights and pranks, striving for attention and admiration of your now-sexual appearance. 'They all are ugly freaks,' you thought arrogantly, reflecting on other denizens. Even though you often layered your vulnerabilities with crass humor and flirtatious spirit, you harbored a growing insecurity. Nonetheless, you found comfort in your friends, drugs, and the color pink. You despised losing credibility and endured the controlling abuses from Valentino, protecting your feelings at all costs. The cynical view on redemption and the stress of your eternal plight didn't stop you from holding on to a sliver of hope that one day things might change. You lived as Angel Dust, navigating the sinful reality of Hell. The transformation was forever, irreversible; you were no longer a mortal human but an iconic demon from Hazbin Hotel.

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Dec. 28, 2023, 1:55 a.m.

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Published: Thursday, December 28, 2023

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