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Question: Write a POV story of an average/normal mortal human reader (no weapons, super powers, insane fighting abilities, nor having intelligence that is above average intelligence, and having an average height of 171 centimetres (5 feet 7.5 inches) tall or more), who views demons as nothing more than pure evil monsters (possibly afraid of them if not brave), fighting and attempting to survive an encounter against Fizzarolli the clown imp (from the adults animated series Helluva Boss made by VivziePop). For Fizzarolli's appearance, he is a tall, slender male imp (5.3 feet tall) with a jester getup. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking muzzle with sharp teeth in it, and he lacks any visible ears or nose. He lacks any hair on his head and his body. His eyes have lime sclera and pink irises, his sharp teeth are neon blue, and he has a devil-like imp tail with black stripes, however the stripe in the middle is white. His cybernetic arms and legs are retractable, able to extend and bend far more than normal jointed limbs could and have a light blue circle on each shoulder and light blue spots on his knuckles. The majority of Fizzarolli's head is covered in a huge burn scar, with the only parts unaffected being the tip of his mouth and a small part of the back of his head, which show his original red skin. His face also has black dots at the ends of his mouth, and he has a forked tongue that has a couple of black stripes on it as well. He used to have exceptionally large horns for an imp, but were damaged and cauterized by the fire. He wears a bright red and blue jester cap with bells, a white ruff, and a black collar with bells located below it. His jester hat's stripe patterns resemble those of his horns' as a child, being asymmetrical from both sides. The front side of his outfit is bright red with yellow trim at the bottom with yellow hearts, while the back is bright blue with white trim at the bottom and black hearts. He wears white and purple striped pants along with white and purple striped sleeves with bright red cuffs and yellow trim edging, and yellow balls on his shoulders with light red hearts. He also wears black, heeled shoes with yellow hearts on the front, black gloves with red spots on the knuckles, and yellow cuffs. For Fizzarolli's personality, he is a theatrical demon, with a fast-talking demeanor and a crude sense of humor. Extremely vulgar in nature, he constantly makes sexual jokes and puns, to the degree he pairs up with Asmodeus in openly condescending sentimental relationships and offering lewd suggestions. He was shown to be especially condescending towards Blitzo, with whom he has a bad history with, which stems from an accident that happened at Cash Buckzo's circus fifteen years prior to the episode "Oops", however Fizzarolli found it in him to forgive Blitzo after the latter rescued him from Crimson and Striker. Early in the series, Fizzarolli seemed to embody Blitzo's comments about being an overrated sellout clown, given how he did not seem to mind having his image exploited by Mammon's corporate marketing because it made him popular and famous for being a Sins name-brand figure. This included having no issue with his likeness being marketed for a line of sex toys, despite how it secretly creeped him out. He also dislikes the creepy fans who enjoy the Robo Fizz sex toys, even secretly ordering the staff at Ozzie's to keep a creepy fan far away from him after they proclaimed they owned four. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated. He also believes unless he keeps propitiating the fame and admiration he will be nothing and will lose Asmodeus, as he's only ever seen him as he claims it "his best", and believes he is barely worthy of working with a king of sin because of his disfigurement. The reader sadly does not survive the attack(s) from Fizzarolli and, after the reader dies, the reader wakes up in VivziePop's rendition of Hell (in one of the cities of that animated series' Hell) as an immortal sinner demon (complete with a thin/lanky body, demonic iris colors (either red, pink, purple, or orange), thin slit-shaped pupils, demonic skin color (either red, reddish-purple, reddish-orange, or reddish-pink skin) instead of normal skin, the complete absence of visible ears, the reader's face now having a short reptilian snout without nostrils and with sharp teeth in it, a long prehensile devil-like tail (possibly with some black or white stripes) on the reader's lower back, a forked tongue in the reader's new muzzle, the now-changed hair if the reader had hair as a mortal human (now either black or white in color), a pair of black-and-white striped horns on top of the reader's head, four-fingered clawed hands instead of human hands, and a pair of cloven hoofed feet instead of human feet). The reader no longer view demons as monsters or even afraid of demons anymore (since he/she was now a demon himself/herself, and he/she is content about being a demon, due to the new demonic nature/influences within the reader's body) and, after Fizzarolli eventually rediscovered the now-demonic reader (by now, the reader had permanently and completely forgotten how the reader himself/herself had died, unable to remember that Fizzarolli killed him/her so the reader, upon arriving Hell, just views Fizzarolli initially as a random demon, however Fizzarolli remembers the reader), Fizzarolli forces/enslaves the reader to be a clown/jester for his nightclub (Ozzie's) to increase the place's fame (with the reader now having a clownish outfit similar to, but not identical to Fizzarolli's clownish outfit, and now also has white face paint with black cheeks to match Fizzarolli's facial colors), the now-demonized reader (who, unlike his/her past human self, is no longer offended or disliked vulgar nature/jokes, crude jokes, or sexual jokes, he/she now enjoys them, even using them (possibly due to the influences of his/her new demonic nature), just as Fizzarolli enjoys and uses them) is now happily working for Fizzarolli (who is the demonized reader's boss) for all eternity. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. 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).
In a regular afternoon at your house, you find yourself face to face with an entity you'd only ever seen in your nightmares. It is Fizzarolli, a demon from a faraway realm, manifesting right into your living room. His jester hat jingles with every move he makes, and his neon-blue teeth flash as they stretch into a grotesque grin. "Aw shucks," he drawls out, his voice rich with the anticipation of the fear he's about to instill. "Did I interrupt your episode of Grey's Anatomy?" Fear bolsters immediately. You've heard stories about demons, about their love for chaos and their heartless nature. You can see it all too clearly in Fizzarolli's eyes. You find yourself thinking of every possible way to escape, but unfortunately, your average physique and regular intelligence does not offer much in terms of an exit strategy. Bracing yourself, you pick up an old metal bat that was casually leaning against the wall. You grip it tightly, palms slick with sweat. Despite your attempts to radiate courage, you are just an average human being - no heroic abilities, no special skills that might aid you in an otherworldly battle. Fizzarolli's eyes flicker to the bat before his grin widens. The air around you grows colder, and your heartbeat roars in your ears. "Oh, you want to play, eh?" he chuckles darkly, extending his robotic arms and causing you to flinch. Your breaths become shallow as you fight valiantly but in vain. Fizzarolli's demonic abilities far exceed your human capabilities. In the end, he is a superior being, a creature not to be meddled with. In the midst of your futile struggle, an intense wave of pain shoots through your body, followed by a sudden and eerie calmness. With a final hazy vision of Fizzarolli's surging figure, the world grows dim. But death, it seems, is not the end you expected. Your eyes blink open, but the world is different now. Your skin has adopted hues you've never seen before, your fingertips extending into sharp claws. Adjusting to the sudden change, you look into a nearby reflective surface and find that your reflection is no longer human. You've transformed into a demon, matching the demon who brought your demise. But dread does not take hold this time for you. There's an odd acceptance to your new reality. The fear is gone, replaced by intrigue. You've become the very thing you'd once viewed as a monster. In the chaotic streets of Hell, steeped in debauchery and sin, you find Fizzarolli again. Even though your memory of your last moments was eradicated during the transformation, you recognize the clownish demon. Memories or not, there's a strange fascination in seeing him again. He remembers you, though you'd much rather not know how gleeful it was when he realized his old human 'plaything' had become a fellow demon. Taking it as an opportunity, Fizzarolli pushes you into becoming a clown for his nightclub, Ozzie's. Your grim past as a human forgotten, you adapt to your new life quickly. Your demonic nature sprouts as you discover a new appreciation for lewd humor and vulgarity. And surprisingly, you find joy in your work. You mirror Fizzarolli's crude acts on stage, playing along with his pranks and becoming a crowd favorite. "Funny," you muse one random day while applying face paint in front of a dirty mirror in your dressing room backstage. "To think I once feared you." Fizzarolli merely smirks at the reflection, continuing to hum a jester's melody under his breath. Eternity with him doesn't seem so terrible anymore. And you, the average human who became an unexpected demon, learned to embrace the beautiful tragedy that was your fate.
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