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The Metamorphosis of a 6-Year-Old into Angel Dust: A Transformation into a World of Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 6 years old) turning into Angel "Anthony" 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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A Start of Change On a mundane afternoon, a six-year-old boy named Anthony noticed unusual changes in his body. His limbs began to lengthen unrealistically, almost like a growing vine. As he reached for his lego blocks, he noticed appendages sprouting from his sides, it was as if a second set of arms was growing. Worthy of Note Over time, Anthony’s parents grew worried about their child. They watched him grow at an alarming pace, reaching the height of a grown man in what seemed like days. It didn't help that his skin developed a peculiar white hue, resembling fur rather than human skin. Unfamiliar Surroundings Unbeknownst to Anthony and his parents, the world was subtly changing around them. The buildings transformed into ominous towering structures accented with gothic arches. Their quiet suburban neighborhood warped into the Hellish cityscape of the Hazbin Hotel universe. A Fight for Identity As he neared his 30s, the home he grew up in morphed into a luxurious loft, draped with lavish furnishings in deep red hues. As he stared at his own reflection, he saw the distinctive pink markings marring his pale skin, those mismatched eyes staring back at him. "No, this isn't me!" he wailed, panic creeping into his voice. However, his pleas fell on deaf ears as the transformation progressed with each passing second. His childhood memories started to blur, replaced with Angel Dust's past, his victories, and his traumas. He reached for the phone to dial his parents, but every time he did, the device would vanish into thin air. His voice echoed in the empty apartment, unanswered. Full Transformation With one final surge of change, his fluffy hair turned into a wonderful shocking white shade with pink highlights, the golden fang fully manifesting in his mouth. More limbs sprouted from his sides, resulting in a total of six arms. He noticed the distinct heart pattern across his chest, feeling the snugness of the pink suit he was now wearing. He tottered on his new thigh-hi boots, suddenly towering over eight feet tall. "Ah, a perfect fit... just like in a selling commercial." His voice was laced with an unmistakable New York accent. His manner of speaking was bolder, brasher, embedded with an underlying flirtatious tone. Shifting Personality From then on, Angel Dust became a fixture in their reality. He kept up the flamboyant persona, fully embodying the sassy, sarcastic, and elusive demeanor. His crude humor was a common occurrence, a quick-fire feature of his bold personality. Despite his feigned indifference, his well-kept walls were evident, protecting himself from his own sensitivity and insecurity. "Ha! Redemption? The hell I care," he chuckled, but in the silence of the night, a glimmer of hope painted his cerise pink eyes. The New Normal In the end, Anthony was completely lost in the transformation, his memories replaced entirely by Angel Dust's past. He ruthlessly crushed anyone who ridiculed him while, at the same time, he secretly yearned for genuine connection. Despite his hardships, he savored his lifestyle with an insatiable zest for pranks and casual flirtation. "Eh, don't sweat the small stuff," he'd say with a twinkle in his eyes, fully content with being the sassy, sarcastic, attention-loving entity known as Angel Dust. His new reality was, after all, as gloriously chaotic as he was.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:06 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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