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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 7 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.
The first oddity occurred at the tender age of 7, when the familiar surroundings of his world began to slip ever so slightly into something else. The boy noticed it at school, his teacher suddenly sprouting magnified multiple eyes like a spider. It confused him, scared him, but by lunch, everything seemed normal again, leaving him to ponder if he had only imagined it. Amidst his childish worries and confusion, he felt an underlying sense of dread, an anticipation of things to come. The next months were a whirlwind of inexplicable transformations, his body growing at an abnormal pace. By ten, he towered over his classmates, his slender form standing awkwardly among them. He was bullied and called names, but he matched their venomous words with biting sarcasm, building walls around his fragile self to protect his feelings. He often imitated accents to escape reality, finding solace in his growing fondness for humor. As he lumbered through adolescence, new traits manifest themselves. Sharp, pointed teeth flashed against the mirror, a golden fang prominently on show. His teenage self tried to comprehend these changes, brushing his white fluffy hair and the light pink heart pattern at the base, his mind struggling to remember his once normal reflection. Other changes were even stranger - touches of light pink on his eyelids accentuating his cerise irises, his skin losing its natural glow, replaced with a pallid tone. The sudden onset of freckles, though surprising, didn’t compare to the shock that they were actually superior smaller eyes. Numerous attempts to reach his parents fell on deaf ears, surgeries and treatments yielding no results. Doctors were perpetually stumped, leaving him isolated in his adolescent struggles. Post puberty, two additional arms developed, complementing his unique appearance. He hid them when he could, the shame and alienation growing as his body spiraled into something less human. By his mid-twenties, he worked hard to maintain a public persona, using his looks and humor to gain popularity in the evolving world around him, a world that was intent on tormenting him. By thirty, the physical transformation was complete, turning him into an eight-foot towering being with a slim, effeminate figure. His world had drastically shifted now, any semblance to his old life long gone. Even his mind was changing now, memories of his past life fading into nothing. The boy he once was, the life he once had- everything was vanishing like sand slipping through his fingers. He screamed, cried, and pleaded, but it only resulted in more confusion, the world warping until he didn't remember anything about a normal world anymore. It was at the height of his despair that he realized this was his world now, this was who he was now. The continuous abuse and stress hardened him, burying his insecurities under a façade of brashness, his laughter echoing in the better-lit pits of hell. The transformation was irreversible, and he was no longer the boy but "Anthony" nicknamed Angel Dust, a sinner demon, in a Hell filled with multitudes of unique personas. He masqueraded his true feelings, adopting a flirtatious and playful behaviour, a narcissistic tendency, reveling in the attention he received. Meanwhile, his true feelings lay buried deep, a hint of his past gentler self screaming for mercy. By now, his tastes had also changed, finding pleasure in life’s darker hues- drugs, pranks, and the color pink. But amidst these distractions, the boy within him still held onto his dreams, a glimmer of hope that redemption was possible. So, he lived on, rootless, grappling with the harsh realities of Hell, resigning to the cruelty of his boss, Valentino, while his past life, the happy memories and fleeting moments of joy faded into oblivion, lost forever like a forgotten dream. There were nights though when memories struck, only leaving Angel Dust more baffled as he didn't remember having a aware life in the past but dreams of parents left him longing for something non-existent. Dreams of a past life, dreams of a boy named… Angel Dust sighed. No matter how hard he would try, he couldn't seem to recall the name, his thoughts dominated by his current existence. After all, he was now Angel Dust, the one and only.
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