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"The Radio Demon's Symphony: The Transformation of a Mortal to Alastor's Mirror Image"

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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, the same age as Alastor's exact age, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, voice change (the reader's voice becoming the exact same voice as Alastor's voice), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form and control this shapeshifting ability, and return back to his default self on command), tentacle creation (the ability to produce black tentacles from his back and can create tentacles from outside his body, such as summoning tentacles through a portal), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). When in his full demon form, Alastor's body grow more elongated (making him even taller, more than 10 feet tall) and with broader shoulders (although his clothes grow with him to fit this form and his limbs become longer, his neck gains extra joints, and his black antlers grow in size to become massive black antlers. In Alastor's full demon form, his sclera turn black with his pupils turn into the shape of radio dials. His suit and ends of his mouth, in his full demon form, also gain stitches along them. For his personality, Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. For Alastor's preferences, he likes/loves smiling, invading people's personal space, his mother and her cooking, the "picture show", strong liquor, cooking, people failing, playing pranks, black coffee, bitter tastes, theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, and venison; however, he dislikes being touched, dogs (possibly related to his death as a mortal human in 1933), frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining his outfit. The story is that Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson, plus he wanted a twin brother) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his completely identical clone in both the body and the mind. The transformed reader is unable to stop smiling (he/she has a permanent smile against his/her will), with the reader trying to frown or push his/her mouth to the opposite emotions aside from smiling with his/her own fingers, but to no avail. During the physical transformation, the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening to him/her (as well as the real world of the Hazbin Hotel universe) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (possibly by either closing eyes or by pinching himself/herself), but sadly, this is all happening for real. Despite the reader's efforts, the reader is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are 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).

Asked by Pegacorgs

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Suddenly, you find yourself standing amidst an alien landscape, truth be told it was everything but delightful. Instead of tranquil azure skies, crimson hues dye the cloud-ridden atmosphere, casting menacing shadows across the city devoid of life and teeming with various eccentric and disquieting creatures. The flaring embers in the air imply that you've mysteriously materialized into the world of Hazbin Hotel. A walking streak of aristocracy stands tall before you - Alastor, an exquisite representation of vintage debonair smugly wearing a symphony of red, grey, and black. Alastor's seven-foot tall body seems to disapprove of stereotypes related to monstrous evil, his slender neck, arms, and legs softened by an elegant air of charm he exuded. Yet, the unnaturally wide smile permanently etched on his face sends a chill coursing through your veins. A blend of beige and gray in his skin is marked by his red-tinted claws, his hoof-toed feet oddly complementing his sartorial style. Black-tipped tufts of red hair resemble deer ears, spiked by two tiny black antlers gracing his crown. Noticeably, Alastor sought a specific transformation for you. Glowing red magical symbols surround him, forming a phenomenon you most logically label as demonic magic given the circumstances. His shadow seems to warp the space around you, leaving you wordlessly aghast. Tentacles emerge from his back. Suddenly, you feel a pulsating surge of energy emanate from him and into you. The world around you blurs as you feel your body stretch upwards against gravity's will. Your limbs elongate unrestrainedly, and the once nurturing soft texture of your skin begins to lose its elasticity. The sensation of each cell in your body mass dividing, adjusting, and mutating is wholly nauseating - your form adaptively mimicking his. An eerie voice bellows through the air, melodious yet dauntingly hollow, perfecting the outdated transatlantic accent of a radio host. "Let's see how you spark towards your fear now, shall we?" His voice ricochets within your skull, each syllable meticulously dissected and reshaped as your vocal cords deliver an identical note of your newfound identity. Your sentient self isn't giving up yet though, fighting tooth and nail to retain your humanity. Replicating his style wasn't a choice. Your heart pounds against your ribcage as your clothes morph into a mirror image of his red pinstripe coat and black dress pants. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the same precise cross adorning your chest. Suddenly, your mind fills with new memories, foreign anecdotes, and alien humor from a life not lived by you but rather enforced. Your body is no longer yours, your memories fading away like dust, and the new “you” replacing your base identity entirely. You try to recall who you used to be, holding on to fragments of your past, yet they slip through like sand. "No, no, no," you try to utter but the words strangle your throat, conforming into a beaming smile stretching beyond normality. The unfamiliar taste of venison and strong liquor invade your tastebuds, and the once enchanting scent of sweet tea repulses you now. The seemingly immortal grin refuses to abandon your face. You try to close your eyes, hoping this is all a nightmare. But your eyes widen at their own accord. Confronted with your reflection, Alastor's duplicates. Your sclera darkened to a haunting red, the pupils malformed into an uncanny semblance to a radio dial. An instantaneous flicker of your reflection escalates your terror as you grotesquely evolve, growing taller, broader with the monstrous antlers ascending from your crown. Infused with panic, you desperately claw at your memory, struggling to unlock and hold onto your previous life. However, as the world whirls around sluggishly, reality settles - you are no longer you, you are now Alastor. "Welcome to the family." Alastor's voice suddenly infiltrates your thoughts, like a haunting whisper in the desolate night.

Answered by gpt-4

Jan. 27, 2024, 10:40 p.m.

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Published: Saturday, January 27, 2024

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