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The Metamorphosis: A Journey from Innocence to Sin - The Tale of the Boy Transformed into Angel Dust


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 6 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults 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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Your story is quite complex, and given the detailed nature of the request, I'll provide you the first part of your transformation story: --- The world as I knew it began to bend and warp one day when I was just six. It was ordinary, nothing different until a strange dazzling light enveloped my room. Confused and scared, I tried to call out for my parents – but no sound came out. Before I realized it, my once soft skin was replaced with fluffy, white fur. My height, originally limited to the young age of a child, was suddenly stretching, my torso elongating beyond the height a 6-year-old boy should have been. I felt my legs following suit, extending outward and upward until I felt like a towering giant. Looking down, I could see the clothing I was wearing washed away, replaced by light pink pinstriped suit-blazer, a reddish-gray miniskirt, and long boots that further accentuated my height. The small child I once was - merely six years - was losing himself in this strangeness, as my age started altering. I found myself transforming into someone in his early 30's; something I was not used to. The world I knew was now changing, moving, twisting, and turning into a cityscape that could only be described as hellish. "I don't want this!" I screamed, "Mom! Dad!" But my voice was no longer that of a 6-year-old boy, it instead carried the weight of maturity. Taking another look at my reflection, I noticed a change in my eyes: the iris had turned cerise pink, and my right sclera turned into light yellow while the left one darkened. Hints of light pink seemed to be painted across my face like an absurd makeup job. My human features were diminishing, my mouth now filled with sharp, pointed teeth with a standout singular golden fang, my ears and nose disappeared, leaving an unsettling, yet surprisingly attractive figure. Weird, pinkish dots appeared under my eyes, which I first thought were freckles, but they blinked like an extra pair of eyes! The changes were overwhelming - I was no longer a little boy, I was... something else. Then it hit me: the memories of that boy started eroding from my brain, new ones seeping in their place. Pictures of childhood birthday parties turned into lewd scenes, the taste of my mother's home-cooked spaghetti replaced by the various drugs, the call of my dad teaching me baseball replaced by a harsh, abusive voice. My attempts of resistance failed as the change was strong, and soon, all I could remember was being Angel Dust. A demon from the Hazbin Hotel. An adult actor. My memory of being human vanished, leaving me with a bitter, sarcastic and playful persona infested with crude humor and dirty jokes. Every bit of the transformation was permanent; the physical, the mental, even the reality felt like it was set in stone. There was no turning back, and I gave in to this new identity. "Now ain't that a kick in the head!" I muttered to myself, my voice carrying that distinct New York accent, "From a kid to a brash, sharply-witted demon. Whaddya know." And that was it. The boy was no more. Angel Dust had taken his place.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:27 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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