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Question: Write the POV second-person transformation story of an human reader instantly turning into Vox (a character, voiced by Christian Borle, from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with art style shift (the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female, the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change, age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s or 40s years old, exactly as left off from Vox's death from his human life in the 1950s, thus becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 7 feet tall), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Vox's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader feel dizzy as he completely forgets he was a normal human person just a minute or so ago (fully forgetting his mortal human name he had just seconds ago), even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, so he knows that everything about his supposed normal (mortal) human self and life just seconds ago (born from the 1990s-2000s) was not real and was only a dream (it was impossible for him to have been human moments ago since his human self was born in the 1910s or 1920s and had died in the 1950s), and he remembers that he was a mortal man who died somewhere in the 1950s and always had been a sinner demon since the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since then, and his name always having been Vox). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and (unnaturally) slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (he lacks a human head and instead has a flat-screen television which acts as a head), with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox is biologically immortal, being unable to die from illnesses and unable to age, remaining the same age as when he died, thus can not die of old age and other natural causes. He also cannot die from any kind of damage to the body, and will recover from any injury, however, he can only be permanently killed with angelic weaponry), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential). Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). The story is that the reader is minding his/her own business walking around his/her neighborhood or home city, but then a flat-screen TV falls from a window from a building or house and onto the reader's head, causing him/her to panic as his/her head is trapped within the TV screen (his/her head inside the TV cannot be seen from the outside), making him/her more scared since he/she cannot get the flat-screen TV off of him/her (even questioning on why that is the case). The transformation then occurs, as the reader's head fully merges/fuses with the flat-screen TV (becoming the reader's new head), completely removing his/her human face, before a black-and-white swirl to appear on the TV head's otherwise-completely-black featureless screen (taking up the entire screen) and spins around in circles, causing him/her to feel dizzy as his/her mind to get completely foggy/fuzzy/blurry (making him/her hold his/her TV head), signifying the reader's mind/mental changes as his/her personality and memories are vanishing to be replaced by Vox's memories. His/her body changes shortly afterwards, his/her body becomes unnaturally slim-figured, his/her height grows taller to 7 feet tall, his/her body ages up to somewhere around 30s or 40s, the clothes becomes Vox's outfit (with Vox's hat appearing on his TV head out of nowhere), his/her voice changes into Vox's voice, and, if the reader is female, her gender fully switches into a male (the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female). Just before the end of his physical transformation (and just seconds before his TV head turns off), and while the reader is screaming in horror, the reader calls out for help in hopes that anyone will help/save him against this supernatural transformation, but sadly, no one is helping him and he is completely helpless to his mental changes (as he continues holding his TV head, as the black-and-white swirls continue to rewrite his memories and personality). By this point (and as soon as the body change, the age change, the voice change, and clothes change are done), despite the reader's best efforts at calling for help (he did call for help but no one came to his aid), the reader's previous personality and memories have all completely disappeared and fully replaced by Vox's personality and memories, and the black-and-white swirl on his TV head's sceeen suddenly vanishes (since the mind mental changes are fully finished) to leave the screen shut off (becoming simply a black screen, as if the rest button for the TV was pressed), leaving him fully/completely unconscious (with no thoughts) while standing upright (albiet with his arms hanging downwards and both his body and head tilting slightly down) for a little while (standing on his legs (despite being unconscious) whilst lifelessly, with his arms hanging downwards and his body and head looking down a bit, without any consciousness for a bit). However, after approximately between 15 seconds and 1 minute, his TV head turns on again (he's still standing on his legs unconsciously and still with a blank mind), with the cyan words saying "Initializing Voxtek device" appearing in the middle of the screen before fading, then (with the digital whirring noise rising) the VoxTek logo appears in the center of the screen before pushing up a bit by a red-rimmed cyan loading bar appears with the sentence saying "Loading data from your device... trust us" above it, and finally, after the loading bar finishes up with the whole loading bar filled with cyan, causing the digital "ding" noise to play as the sentence above the loading bar changes to "Enjoy the Voxtek technology", before it the logo and the loading bar (as well as the sentence above it) then fades completely. After all that (including after the loading bar and logo fading), his consciousness (including his personality and memories) slowly returns as a face appears on his TV head's screen, but no longer his own human face, instead his face is Vox's face (which wouldn't appear earlier, since he was mentally changing earlier with the black-and-white swirl spinning, until after he wakes up from his unconsciousness and later his reboot after the sentence "Enjoy the Voxtek technology" appears before fading with the VoxTek logo from his TV head screen, thus Vox's face appears instead of his previous human face), and he then wakes up. Upon waking up, Vox (formerly the reader) does not know where he is (he also does not remember anything that just happened moments ago), even asking that, before he realizes that he is back in the mortal realm (Earth). Vox has no memories of ever being a mortal human just moments ago, and he knows that he cannot have been a human just moments ago, since it was completely impossible for him to have been human seconds ago (since he, as a human, died in the 1950s), and that his supposed recent life as a human (years after the 1950s) was not real. Vox then does a sinister laugh, knowing that he is back in the mortal realm (Earth) for the first time since his human death. He initially doesn't know on why he's on Earth for the first time since his human death, but then realizes that he had been summoned by some cultist (who's a human) through a ritual, thus helping him arrive to Earth from Hell and thus explaining why he's here. After that, Vox goes off to start a demonic technology-based company (VoxTek, the exact clone as the one in Hell), as he did back in Hell, manipulating mortal humans of Earth into buying his products both with and without his hypnosis powers. There should be an epilogue, where Vox now dominates the news and entertainment media on Earth, having since started VoxTek on Earth (like he did back in Hell) a few years prior (after he was summoned back on Earth by some cultists), and he is happy that his arch-nemesis, Alastor the Radio Demon, isn't on Earth (since Alastor, so far, has not been summoned back on Earth by some other cultists). However, he genuinely misses Valentino (his on and off romantic interest (more specifically his boyfriend) and a 10-foot-tall moth-like humanoid sinner demon (also an overlord who is the director and head of the porn studio within V Tower, and a member of the Vees)), so he plans some humans to summon Valentino back on Earth to make Vox whole again. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they are saying and what they are thinking (including profanities/swears/strong language/bad language, such as "fuck", "shit", "bitch", and many others that are used or said by Vox, but the human reader does not use profanities/swears, unlike Vox (who does use profanities/swears (such as "fuck", "shit", "bitch", etc), unlike the human reader), who the human reader transforms into, so he does not use profanities/swears until he reawakens as Vox). 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).
Certainly! Here is a POV, second-person transformation story as you become Vox from *Hazbin Hotel*, complete with detailed, transformative sensations, art style shift, gender change if reader is female (noted as optional, with paragraphs that clarify), and all the changes described, including internal struggle with the impending loss of your prior self. The story contains dialogue, inner monologue, and explicit experience of losing your humanity to become the infamous overlord, and ends with the requested epilogue. Profanity is included only in Vox’s dialogue/thoughts as requested. --- ### The Transformation: Your Last Day as Human You’re just wandering down a familiar sidewalk, hands in your pockets, lost in the easy monotony of your neighborhood—the same one you’ve known for years. There’s the distant buzz of traffic, the fragmented conversations from passing strangers, the dull haze of streetlights against a cloudy sky. Everything feels entirely, almost *unremarkably*, real. Then, it happens. A sudden, clattering crash above grabs your attention for a split-second, and something impossibly heavy slams onto your head—a blunt, rectangular object, colder, heavier than anything you’ve ever felt. The world snaps to a jarring halt as your vision vanishes behind darkness, your head abruptly encased in hard, flat plastic. Panic sets in. Your arms frantically scrabble at the smooth, unyielding edges of the device now jammed down over your head. A flat-screen television. You try to wrench it off, but it won’t budge. Your desperate voice bounces hollowly inside your new enclosure: “Help! H-hello?! Can somebody—anybody—please help me?! I… I can’t get this thing off! It’s stuck!” There’s no response. No hands reach out. The entire world could have vanished for all you know. The rapid thud of your heart is now echoed by a faint, increasing electrical hum surrounding your head. Your vision swims, then abruptly shifts—your world pixelates and glitches into saturated technicolor, the lines of reality bending into sharp cartoon outlines. Flesh tones drain into cool navy and cyan; the world itself *repaints* around you in jagged, exaggerated geometry, every shadow and highlight now rendered in the unique, edgy art style of Hazbin Hotel. Suddenly, your face is gone. Not hidden, not masked, but—*gone.* The television screen is your new head, your features erased, and the black screen glows to life with a swirling black-and-white spiral filling every inch, whirling faster and faster. ### Losing Yourself You clutch your TV head, staggering, your sense of self flickering like an unstable signal. Every thought, every precious memory fighting to stay afloat in a growing sea of static. *No, no, what is happening? These are my memories, my thoughts, my—* But the spiral spins deeper. Everything you ever knew blurs. You grasp desperately for your name—your real name—but the letters scatter into buzzing white noise. Your childhood best friend’s face melts into a mess of pixels. Your favorite song, your therapist’s advice, the taste of your first kiss—all slip out of your grasp, tumbling into a void replaced by a new, sinister laughter echoing inside your mind. Your body spasms, limbs stretching, back arching. You keep growing, impossibly tall, until your feet scrape the concrete seven feet below. Your frame stretches unnaturally thin, your hands—now fused with sharp, cyan claws, only four fingers each—twitch in agony and sick fascination. If you’re female, your chest tightens, curves flattening; a cold, crawling sensation writhes between your legs as your body inverts and reconstructs, muscle and bone realigning into a distinctly masculine shape, your genitals transforming excruciatingly before you. *No, please, don’t—this isn’t me, this can’t be—* But the spiral keeps spinning. Your skin darkens, navy blue spreading over your arms and hands, your new claws gleaming in the dim light. A sharp, baritone laugh cracks in your throat as your voice *modulates*, shattering your old timbre and replacing it with one you know—deep-down—isn’t yours: “H-Help—h-help, please… s-somebody—” Your words, now digitized and warped, emerge in Vox’s striking, smarmy cadence. Your throat burns; your clothes ripple and shift, morphing into a snazzy navy tuxedo, cyan and red stripes materializing from nowhere, topped by a large, garish red bowtie. A slick, black top hat appears, radio symbols glowing as TV antennas sprout from its crown—one zigzagging, the other straight. You feel your age accelerating, any youthful softness sharpening into experience, resolve, and something colder, more calculating. You feel yourself aging until you’re somewhere in your 30s or 40s—the age you (now Vox) died in the 1950s. All sensation of mortality, of fragility, simply *vanishes.* You squeeze your screen—now your *face*—as the spiral replaces anything that was ever *you* with everything that could only be *Vox*: crisp memories of the 1950s, cold cunning, a taste for manipulation, a fiery, predatory hatred for Alastor. You remember dying, darkness, and then endless years as an Overlord of Hell, absolute power throbbing in your veins like pure electricity. Your knees nearly buckle under the revelation. Your last scream cuts out into static as the world tilts and you stagger to stillness. The swirl vanishes. Your screen flicks *off*, leaving you standing, unmoving, your mind blank, body drooping forward—unconscious, but propped on immortal limbs. ### Reboot There’s only emptiness. Black. Then, after an immense, silent interval, your screen flicks back on with a digital *whirr*: **Initializing Voxtek device...** The text in neon cyan floats across your screen/head. Your body still doesn’t move, but the words keep coming. **[VoxTek logo flashes]** **Loading data from your device... trust us.** A cyan loading bar inches across the red-rimmed space, the deep, buzzing “ding” noise rising until— **Enjoy the Voxtek technology.** The logo and words dissolve, and, at last, your face appears on the screen: impossible, lascivious, all sharp teeth and deranged eyes—VOX. You come back to consciousness with a jolt. Your thoughts—for the first time in minutes? hours? days?—are crisp, absolute, and nothing *remains* of what came before. “What the FUCK…? Where the hell am I?” Your voice booms, edged with static. You turn, surveying your surroundings—no longer confused, but *calculating*. Your memory is a complete, unbroken stretch from the day you died in the 1950s, through your reign over Hell, to this unexplained return. You *know*—with utter certainty—it isn’t possible you were ever human just a moment ago; that must have been the weirdest, most boring dream possible. The skyline is unfamiliar, washed in reality’s colors. You realize, slowly, gleefully, that you’re back in the mortal realm. Earth. For the first time since the '50s. You smirk—screen flashing an electric grin, letting out a malevolent, amused cackle: “Aha! Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me! I’m back, baby! I don’t know how, but—I’m BACK! The mortals won’t know what hit ‘em.” A memory clicks: some pathetic cultist, desperate and foolish, dragged you from Hell with a ritual. *Thank you,* you think with a twisted sense of gratitude, for the opportunity to start your *real* work anew. You strut down the street—shoulders back, clothing sharp, top hat impossibly balanced—ready to rewrite the entertainment industry, the news, the very reality of this world, just as you did in Hell. You can feel the crackle of power in your veins, the delicious satisfaction of control. “There’s only one thing the stupid, squabbling, broadcast-obsessed masses need—*me.* And boy, are they gonna get more than they bargained for!” --- ### Epilogue: The Broadcast Emperor **Years Later** Your face—Vox's face—is on every screen. Television, smartphone, computer, billboard; the world is yours, fed by VoxTek’s endless reach. News anchors drop your name with tremulous awe. Politicians want your endorsement. Teenagers copy your style, your products, your attitude. You’re laughing in your penthouse suite, glass in hand (filled with something blue and suspiciously glowing), feet up as the world dances to your digital tune. The humans fell for your charisma the same way demons did—hypnotized, addicted, begging for more. Best of all? There’s no Alastor here. No insipid radio demon to glitch your broadcasts, to taunt about your “insecurity” for video. Just pure, unopposed, electric dominance. “Finally, a world without that radio relic! Suck my remote, Alastor—wherever you’re rotting!” you snarl, teeth flashing like daggers. But beneath the buzz, a nagging emptiness prickles at you. Valentino. Your smut-peddling bastard of a boyfriend—and the only one who truly *got* how Vees take care of business. You miss that towering, moth-headed pain in the ass—his rages, his laugh, his touch. Maybe it’s time to upgrade planet Earth. You lean into a private camera, lips twisting into a sharp, predatory grin. “Hey, meatbags! You want to see something REALLY fucked up? Get out your knives and candles. Summon me a moth demon with a god complex. Trust me, you’re all about to experience *VoxTek Reborn*... the only show that matters.” The screens flicker. The world’s about to get a hell of a lot more interesting. --- **Quotes:** **You (as human, trapped in TV):** "Help! Please, anyone, get this TV off! Why isn’t it budging?!" **You (mid-transformation, panic rising):** "What...what’s happening to me? Why can’t I remember my—" **Vox (reborn):** “What the FUCK…? Where the hell am I?” "Aha! Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me! I’m back, baby! I don’t know how, but—I’m BACK!" “There’s only one thing the stupid, squabbling, broadcast-obsessed masses need—*me.* And boy, are they gonna get more than they bargained for!” “Finally, a world without that radio relic! Suck my remote, Alastor—wherever you’re rotting!” “Hey, meatbags! You want to see something REALLY fucked up? Get out your knives and candles. Summon me a moth demon with a god complex. Trust me, you’re all about to experience *VoxTek Reborn*... the only show that matters.” --- And your story as a regular human is nothing more than a glitching, irrelevant dream—because, as everyone on Earth is about to find out, you were always meant for the screen. Always meant to be Vox. Forever.
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