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Metamorphosis of Melodies: A Journey from Human to Hazbin Hotel's Angel Dust


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Question: Write a transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 6 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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Once upon a time, in the normal world, a small 6-year-old boy named Anthony lived with his loving parents. He was a lively, innocent kid with sparkles in his eye and was known for his endearing love for cartoons, adventures, and fairy tales. However, a change happened that even he himself couldn't explain. One day, as Anthony was watching the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel on his TV, something odd occurred. The TV screen began to shimmer and warp, drawing him closer. Without warning, the little boy was sucked into the TV. As he landed with a thump, he realized the world had changed. No longer his cozy familiar home, around him stood gloomy, towering buildings and harsh city lights from every direction. He was now in the world of Hazbin Hotel. Anthony felt himself growing rapidly. His body shot up with each passing moment, his once short stature elongated to match that of an adult man in his 30s. He was growing into a new body, a different body - that of Angel Dust. As he was growing taller and taller, reaching almost 8 feet tall, the familiar reflection he saw in the windows changed drastically. Anthony’s body turned slender, mimicking feminine curves. His skin took on a pure white fur, a shiny mop of fluffy white hair blooming on his head, adorned with adorable light-pink splotches. His right eye changed to have a light yellow sclera, his left eye a dark sclera and his irises cerise pink while possessing a single golden fang. He didn’t have a nose or ears, and he found himself possessing a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth. Fashionable apparel covered his transforming physique; a long pink blazer, reddish-grey miniskirt, thigh-high heeled boots, red bowtie, and black choker. The transformation didn't stop physically. Anthony felt his mind warping at an alarming rate. His childhood memories washed away like sand castles in the tide, replaced with the vivid, stark reality of Angel Dust's past. Anthony fought against these changes, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched remembered futures slip through his grasp. He wanted to scream, to call his parents for help, but the memories of his parents were vanishing. Replaced by memories of drugs, pranks, cooking, and Italian food. Memories of Hell and Valentino. "No more mom, no more dad… who am I?" Anthony could hear Angel Dust’s voice emerge from his throat in a distinctive New York accent. Despite a best fight against the change, little by little, Anthony was no more. Angel Dust had taken hold. "Welcome to Hazbin Hotel, kid," a voice sneered. Angel glanced over at the speaker and rolled his new, pink eyes. "The name's Angel Dust." As the reality solidified around him, the transformation finalized with a sense of enlightenment and acceptance: he was Angel Dust, a spider-like adult actor with a crude sense of humor and a talent for something else entirely. "But I can't..." he began to protest, but the voice in his head was smooth and brashly confident. “Kid, you’ve got no choice. Welcome to the life of Angel Dust," his inner voice whispered. The life of a 6-year-old boy named Anthony was no more. Angel Dust had taken his place. Standing tall, with his flirtatious characteristics and brash confidence, Angel Dust the sinning demon was prepared for the challenges Hell would throw his way, forever forgetting his past as a mortal human.

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

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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