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"From Innocence to Sin: The Unforgettable Transformation into Angel Dust"


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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 Hazbin Hotel series), 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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Our story begins with Timmy, a lively 9-year-old boy with a strong curiosity towards animations. One day, while lost in one of his favorite animated series, "Hazbin Hotel," things started changing. Timmy was first aware of the changes when he began to tower over his usually taller schoolmates, at an alarming pace he grew from his youthful height of 4 feet to a staggering 8 feet, clearly indicating something extraordinary was happening. Weeks turned into months and months into years, Timmy's physical appearance was altering drastically. His supple skin turned into soft white fur, his body shifted into a slender build, and his hair took on a white fluffy texture with light pink splotches. The delicate eyelashes he once sported were now thick and dark, and his eyes shifted to cerise pink. In a blink of an eye, Timmy had aged from a child to a man in his early 30's. "What's happening to me? Why am I becoming...Angel Dust?" Timmy tried to resist the transformation, his young mind battling to comprehend the change. His surroundings began morphing as well. The walls of his home started to twirl and twist around him, transforming into the chaotic yet captivating world of Hazbin Hotel. Frightened, Timmy picked up the phone, he tried dialing his parents, but all he could remember were lines from the show. "I can't remember my parent's numbers..." Timmy muttered, his heart sinking as he realized his memories of them were vanishing. Despite his efforts, Timmy's mind was being reshaped. His thoughts, memories, and even his personality began to mirror that of Angel Dust's. He found himself using sharp wit and bad language, a new reality setting in. "I ain't just Timmy anymore... I'm Angel Dust, ain't nobody gonna believe me if I told 'em where I came from!" He lamented, his voice bearing the weight of his new reality. His laughter slowly turned into Angel Dust's distinctive chuckle, and his youthful innocence was replaced with Angel's sarcastic and brash attitude. Yet, between the crass jokes and exaggerated confidence, Timmy - now Angel Dust - also found himself embracing the demon's insecurities and sorrows. He was acutely aware of Valentino's control, and his own daring facade was merely a shield protecting his sensitive soul. This body and mind were no longer his own - they were Angel Dust's. Feeling his old self slipping away, Angel Dust stood before a mirror, now fully transformed. His suit-blazer, thigh-high boots, cerise-pink gloves, and even the exaggerated chest made entirely of fluffy fur reflected back at him. A third set of arms sprouted from his sides, completing his transformation. With a sigh of acceptance, he muttered, "So, this is me now, Angel Dust, a sinner demon of the Hazbin Hotel." In this new form and life, Angel Dust found himself discovering new likes and dislikes. His reflection didn't show a boy; it reflected a man who loved the color pink, drugs, being abrasively charming, and enjoyed a good Italian meal. A man who loathed his own feet and despised losing credibility. The little boy named Timmy was long gone. All that remained was Angel Dust - sinner, demon, and perhaps, a hopeful dreamer. And so, Angel Dust walked into his new life, accepting that this was his reality now - an existence filled with chaos, humor, and uncertainty. As he crossed the twisted abyss of Hazbin Hotel, he whispered to himself, "So long, Timmy.... hello, Angel Dust." And with that, his former life faded into a distant memory, consumed by the alluring chaos of the Hazbin Hotel realm. The transformation was complete; there was no Timmy anymore, only Angel Dust, and this world was his home.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 6:36 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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