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From Innocence to Hellish Stardom: The Permanence of Angel Dust - A Transformation Tale


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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult 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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The story starts on a fondly ordinary morning. Our protagonist, a little 8-year-old boy, was in his room, braving the levels of his favorite video game. The reader was normal, every bit of 8 years old - a mop of unruly hair, twinkling eyes filled with innocent curiosity, and a contagious laugh that brightened up any room. But little did he know that things were about to change. Suddenly, he felt an odd pulling sensation. Looking around, he saw his room starting to warp and shift, the furniture slowly fading and being replaced by objects he didn't recognize. An icy fear gripped him, and with blind panic, he fled out the room, calling for his parents. But no sound came out. He tried to fight it off but the words vanished midair, replaced with baritone chirps that seemed to mock his desperation. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and much to his horror, years. At every turn, he noticed changes. His once petite frame was now becoming slender and elongated, almost curving in a feminine way. His height otched upwards to an inhuman extent, feet pounding against the ground in a rhythm reminiscent of heels clicking. His eyes turned cerise pink, teeth sharper, and a distinctive laugh that was nothing short of infectious. The face that stared back at him from the reflective surfaces scared him, a stranger's countenance replacing his own. All this time, he tried to fight these changes. He reached for memories of his human life, of his parents, the scent of his mom's fresh-baked cookies, his dad's ribs. But every time he stretched his hand to grasp these fragments, they evaporated, his mind filled with unfamiliar scenes– lavish shows, intoxicating applause, obscene remarks, everything a kid's life was devoid of. Unbeknownst to him, he was progressively turning into Angel Dust. His reality was warped. The world he once knew traded for another. Rather than the homely ambience, he was surrounded by unruly chaos, and rather than the moral constructs of society, he was left with ceaseless anarchy. This was the Hazbin Hotel, a place where sinners thrived, and angels fell from their pedestals into the realm of demons. His mind, the final sanctuary he hoped would remain untouched, changed too. The memories he clung onto were systematically replaced by those of Angel Dust's. Despite his resistance, he had to admit, those memories were exciting - the grandeur of his shows, the fans who adored him, the freedom he had. Gradually, he became more accepting. He saw the world through Angel's eyes, took pride in his flamboyant life. His transformation was complete. Lastly, his personality was entirely swapped. The innocent, warm-hearted boy was replaced by brash, sarcastic Anthony; confident, cruelly humorous, loathing even his weaknesses. He relished his predicament, making the best out of his hedonistic occupation, mimicking the lifestyle and persona of the world's most adored sinner. As painful as it was to abandon who he once was, the newly formed Angel knew there was no redemption from this reality. In the darkness, he whispered, "Who am I?" The reflection in the mirror grinned back, "You're Angel Dust, baby," And he believed.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 6:59 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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