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An Unexpected Symphony: The Bewitching Transformation into Alastor's Clone

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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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, height progression, 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 (unnaturally thin, except for his broad shoulders), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile 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 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. 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 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 clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off), 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).

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One night, enveloped in the eerie quiet of your room, your pounding heart a stark contrast against the foreboding silence. There it was that you caught sight of a figure; a man you recognized as Alastor from your favorite show Hazbin Hotel. Fear was your first reaction - after all, he was a demon, one who you always saw as an embodiment of evil. Yet, when he spoke, it was with a light, amused tenor, "You know, in this radio 'show' you call life, people often believe in unproven stereotypes. Quite pitiful, really," he mused, his disembodied voice echoing like a whisper from an old-timey radio. Before you could react, a sudden shift in the air took place, something felt off. A golden light engulfed you, pulling you towards a world filled with pandemonium, and a scenery familiar yet terrifying, the world of Hazbin Hotel. Around you, curious demons gathered, their wicked grins clearly visible. "Now, let's begin the fun," Alastor drawled, sending a pulse of magic towards your frozen form. As the shockwave hit you, everything felt different, alien. You felt your body elongate, pushing upwards until you were suddenly towering over everyone. Judging by the slack jaws and wide eyes, you were now matching Alastor's towering seven feet. "Ah, progress!" Alastor cheered, clearly amused by your horrified expression. Despite your efforts, your body wouldn't stop changing. A ripping sensation traveled through you, your chest flattening and your hips narrowing. A strange mix of panic and disbelief washed over you; you were turning into Alastor, the gender flip an added shock. Your open palm revealed long fingered hands and red clawed nails. Once mundane human limbs now faded into a strange, grey hue. The former softness of your body was replaced by an unnatural thinness. Two nubs on your head throbbed as two black-tipped antlers sprouted out, your hair morphing into Alastor's distinctive bob cut, angst in every strand. When you caught your reflection in the mirror, you gasped. Gone was your usual appearance, replaced by Alastor's pinkish beige skin and vibrant red eyes. You were no longer yourself, but a picture perfect clone of the Radio Demon. Your clothes changed next. The sudden sensation of fabric molding against your new form. A crimson pinstripe coat, a bright red dress-shirt, long black dress pants with matching cuffs and dapper black boots adorned with red hoof prints. A black knotted bowtie around your neck, black gloves snug against your hands and a monocle appeared on your face. Lastly, your mind started to unravel, memories erasing leaving you gasping and clawing at what was left of yourself. Even as you fought, you felt everything being rewritten. Jovial, cruel yet eerily charming thoughts filled your mind, you spoke in anachronistic phrases. You were no longer you. Your mind, your personality, your memories, everything was replaced with that of Alastor. Now left with a wide sinister grin, complete with sparkling teeth, you admired your reflection once more. The new, demonic voice now laced with a radio announcer’s charm slipped past your lips, "My, my, what a dapper lad, wouldn't you agree?" The transformation was complete. Before you stood Alastor, but he was no longer alone. His grin mirrored in your own face. Alastor, the Radio Demon, was no longer the only one of his kind. You were him, his identical twin. Alastor's lesson was taught and your lesson was learned, whether you welcomed it or not. Each glance, each smirk, each hushed whisper… it was you, but it was also Alastor. And you would forever remain his unerring replica in the very heart of hell.

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Jan. 23, 2024, 11:53 p.m.

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Published: Tuesday, January 23, 2024

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