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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 11 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.
Once upon a time, in the world of normality, lived a young boy of eleven named Sam. Sam was a rather average boy with familiar hobbies, dreams, and fears. However, one day, everything took a dramatic turn. The change began subtly. As Sam grew older, he started to feel different. His height began to climb upwards at an alarming rate, his shyness transforming into a brash and cutting wit. Where there was once a stooping boy, a towering and lean figure was beginning to emerge. Sam's changes didn't go unnoticed; his parents were worried. Their son's sudden growth spurt was unusual, but his behavioral transformation was truly startling. Sam's sweet innocence was replaced with crude humor and bold behaviour. His silences were now filled with a New York accent he'd never heard before. Despite Sam's helpless pleas to his parents, the changes kept on progressing. Every passing month brought more changes to Sam. His lanky frame started contorting in ways inexplicable, adopting a feminine curvature. Unnatural appendages began to protrude from his body; another set of arms appeared, and then another. His face began to lose features that were once quintessentially human. His nose and ears disappeared, and in their place, came fluffy mounds of white and pink fur. As he aged, his transformation wasn't just physical. Sam's demographics, worldview and personality began to shape-shift too. No longer a boy from an ordinary neighborhood, he found his reality warping, dark alleys and lurid lights of Hazbin Hotel replacing the mundane streets. His memories of a past life started to fade; an 11-year-old boy's dreams and desires were replaced with those of a particular denizen of Hell, known as Angel Dust. As Sam’s former life faded into obscurity, Angel Dust came to life. “Humans, what a bunch of ugly freaks,” he'd scoff in mockery of the world he once belonged to. His old bedroom morphed into an extravagant penthouse, complete with the chest-pushing jacket he'd wear every day. His transformation was now complete and irreversible. The boy was no more, only Angel Dust remained. However, as much as he now enjoyed greatness and allure, he was also trapped in a toxic relationship with Valentino, his boss. His life was a constant battle of power and abusive control, adding to his ongoing anxiety and stress. But within the eccentric and wild hellscape, Angel Dust found his comfort in cooking Italian cuisine, delighting in the color pink and having a penchant for crude humor. Amidst his chaos, he sought solace in the company of his chosen friends, despite his guarded demeanor. And as Angel Dust, he was a beacon of ostentation, his presence echoing through the halls of Hazbin Hotel. "I'm just bein' myself," he would say. Indeed, he had forgotten ever being a simple mortal named Sam. Despite the tumultuous journey, a small part of him held onto the hope of redemption, a faint glimmer amidst the intoxicated whirlwind of his existence. Remembering his past life as Sam was now a cocoon discarded; a past phase discarded in exchange for unfurling wings. Clad in pink and white stripes, bracing more life than ever before in cerise pink eyes, treasuring his unique existence, Angel Dust basked in his transformation, past the point of no return.
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