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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, the same age as Alastor's exact age, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, voice change (the reader's voice becoming the exact same voice as Alastor's voice), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form and control this shapeshifting ability, and return back to his default self on command), tentacle creation (the ability to produce black tentacles from his back and can create tentacles from outside his body, such as summoning tentacles through a portal), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). When in his full demon form, Alastor's body grow more elongated (making him even taller, more than 10 feet tall) and with broader shoulders (although his clothes grow with him to fit this form and his limbs become longer, his neck gains extra joints, and his black antlers grow in size to become massive black antlers. In Alastor's full demon form, his sclera turn black with his pupils turn into the shape of radio dials. His suit and ends of his mouth, in his full demon form, also gain stitches along them. For his personality, Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. For Alastor's preferences, he likes/loves smiling, invading people's personal space, his mother and her cooking, the "picture show", strong liquor, cooking, people failing, playing pranks, black coffee, bitter tastes, theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, and venison; however, he dislikes being touched, dogs (possibly related to his death as a mortal human in 1933), frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining his outfit. The story is that Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson, plus he wanted a twin brother) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his completely identical clone in both the body and the mind. The transformed reader is unable to stop smiling (he/she has a permanent smile against his/her will), with the reader trying to frown or push his/her mouth to the opposite emotions aside from smiling with his/her own fingers, but to no avail. During the physical transformation, the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening to him/her (as well as the real world of the Hazbin Hotel universe) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (possibly by either closing eyes or by pinching himself/herself), but sadly, this is all happening for real. Despite the reader's efforts, the reader is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
You have an ordinary life. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself as you curl up in bed, shivering. You're not sure why you're terrified tonight. Maybe, it's because you watched "Hazbin Hotel" and the character from Hell named Alastor is creeping into the recesses of your mind. You close your eyes, trying to shake off the image -- Alastor, the Radio Demon, with his lengthy stag-like appearance, pale skin, and broad, toothy grin. But the more you try, the more he seems to solidify instead. Suddenly, you feel the world swirl around you, like an uprooted tree. And then, everything is silent. You wake up (or at least, you think you do) to find yourself in a place that's simultaneously vibrant and dreary. It's not your bedroom, but an old, run-down hotel. The Hazbin Hotel, to be precise. Before you even have time to quench your shock, the colors around you blur and a tall figure materializes. He has reddish, tufted hair, deer-like horns, and an arched brow above two glazing red eyes. The familiar sinister grin looms as he tilts his head. “Why, hello there,” the figure coos, voice resonating like an old-style radio broadcast. It's Alastor. In the flesh. Frozen, you watch as Alastor flicks his wrist, a pattern of red symbols forming in the space between you. Suddenly, a tremendous force begins to consume you, constricting your frame and morphing you through an agonizing transformation. Your body contorts harshly. Your limbs lengthen grotesquely. Your muscles and skin harden to a beige-like hue. Shivers ripple across your form as hair sprouts from your scalp, rapidly curling and darkening at the ends. You feel your fingers stretch and harden into clawed structures while your feet shift into a hoof-like form. White-hot pain lances through your skull. You want to scream, but find yourself incapable of forming any sound besides a garbled cry. Two bone-like structures pierce through your hair and boost out, becoming inch-long antlers. Your eyes bulge and fill with a sharp burning sensation, turning a deep shade of red. Your teeth expand painfully, becoming harrowingly sharp. As the pain recedes, your clothes morph. An intricate red and black suit hugs your new body frame, making you look the perfect dapper. You feel an odd weight on your right eye and when you look down, you see the reflection of a monocle in your altered hand. The last thing you remember is your own name, but even then, it's gradually forgotten, replaced by a single word – Alastor. Anguish fills you as you struggle against wave after wave of new thoughts and memories. You feel a sense of pride intertwining with your horror. It's the Radio Demon's joy, his carefree approach, and dark outlook on life. Despite knowing it's all too surreal, you can't fight the new personality crawling into every corner of your mind. “No… no… this can’t be me,” you stutter with a newfound transatlantic accent. Your voice reverberates, sounding exactly like Alastor’s. But it's not a dream. The world in front of you is as real as it gets. The smell of aged wood, greying wallpaper, and even the sense of dread that sinks into your very bones. You are not you anymore. You are Alastor the Radio Demon and he's the one in control now. Panic rises. You fight the urge, the pressing desire to laugh and grin wide at your own despair. You desperately try to bring your hand up to wipe off the smile from your face, but it stays put, you can't change your expression. Silently, you let out cries for help but your mind is shutting down, the original ‘you’ is gradually being buried deep within all the traits of the dapper Radio Demon. You're not you anymore. You've become Alastor, too deep to ever be found. And then, in the quiet of his mind, you hear his voice, your new voice, reassuring his existence within you. “It’s time for you to taste the strife of others," Alastor says, his voice resounding around you. "Let’s have a little fun.” Your futile fight stops and, against your will, your lips curve into a broader grin. Your body relaxes into its new form. A laugh bubbles from your throat, radiating the air around you. You lose all traces of your humanity, your original personality wiped clean. Alastor, in your body, looks at his hands curiously. A spark ignites in them. He, no, you look up, smiling with purely undead satisfaction. You've become him completely. It wasn't a dream, it was your new haunted reality. One you can't escape from. Living, breathing, feeling, acting - being Alastor. This is you now. After all, everyone loves a bit of mischief, don’t they?
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