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From Innocence to Sin: A Permanently Transformed Journey into the World of Angel Dust Witness the gripping tale of a young boy's extraordinary transformation into Hazbin Hotel's notorious demon, Ang


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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 9 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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In the heart of suburban America, a nine-year-old boy named Tim was indulging in his favorite pastime – watching animated series on TV. "Hazbin Hotel" was his favorite, and Angel Dust was his most adored character. Little did he know that his obsession would take a peculiar but fascinating turn. As weeks passed, Tim found himself inexplicably addicted to the show. Each night, he dreamt of the animated world where demons, angels, and enigmatic characters like Angel Dust reigned. One evening, as he was watching an episode, lighting flickered on the screen, and an electric spark shot out. Stunned, Tim could only gasp as the room warped around him. Slowly, the fading wallpaper in his room turned into the grimy bricks of Hell's cityscape, his toys twisted into scattered debris of the underworld. As the transformation unfolded, Tim felt a swelling sense of dread; this wasn't the animated world he imagined, this was more real and raw. His nine-year-old body started to tremble, a weird warmth spreading through him. As if matching the pace of reality alteration, Tim began to change, too. His short stature elongated rapidly, his tender torso turning sinewy and slender, his legs lengthening into elongated appendages. As he grew, his clothes transformed, too. His school uniform transformed into a light pink suit-blazer, with horizontal white stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt, thigh-high heeled boots, and an audacious set of gloves. A mirror manifested in his transformed room. Standing at a towering 8 feet, a shocked Tim looked into it. His black hair had turned into a puff of fluffy white hair splashed with light pink accents. Sharp, pointed teeth grinned back at him with one single golden offset fang. Instead of his brown eyes, a pair of cerise pink irises stared him down, one with a light yellow sclera and the other with a dark one. He reached out to touch the mirror, and to his astonishment, instead of two, there were four arms extending from his frame. As he registered his appearance, his cell phone, which was now an old dial phone, rang jarringly. “Mom? Dad? Help!” He panicked, his once child-like voice now soulful and hardened with a distinct New York accent, echoing the supposed brashness and quick wit of his altered personality. But the line was dead. The remnant thoughts of his life as Tim were gradually being swept away, like sand being carried off by a ruthless sea. Memories of Angel Dust, his life, likes, dislikes; his flamboyant, sensitive, and hardened persona started inundating him. His instincts were changing as well, flirting, bickering, finding comfort in chaos was becoming second nature. While grappling with his irrevocable transformation, he noticed a final change. From the edges of his new suit, two more arms sprouted and retracted back at will. The final confirmation came when he looked down to two sets of arms, a chest full of fluffy fur, and high heeled boots. Tim was no more. Here stood Angel Dust, the iconic character from Hazbin Hotel. The whelms of Tim's failed resistance washed away as the new persona meshed into him. Thoughts of his past life as Tim were now just a faint trace. The weight of his transformation settled into him, for he now believed he has forever been Angel Dust, the lascivious, sarcastic adult star of the underworld who both revels in and despises his life. His transformation into Angel Dust, complete and irreversible, was, in essence, the birth of the Angel, masking the death of Tim.

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

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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