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Transformation Chronicles: The Metamorphosis into Angel Dust - A Journey of Change, Loss, and Redemption


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Question: Write a transformation story of the male human reader (a boy of 10 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), 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 him 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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The day started off just like any other for our young ten-year-old reader, let's call him Tommy. He was simply living his life in the mundane human world. But unknown to him, a phenomenal event was about to occur, set to change his life permanently. Tommy's body started to ripple and shiver, like mirage waves in the summer heat. His heart pounded violently in his little chest. He could feel an unseen force stretching and warping his frame, like putty. His body elongated. He grew wide-shouldered, slender waist, and long legs that gave him an eight-feet frame but mirrored feminine curves. Tommy was scared. In a blink of an eye, he was looking down at the world from an adult's perspective. He tried to call out to his parents for help but no sound came out. His vocal cords had morphed and the voice he knew was not his anymore. His surroundings were morphing too. The innocent playground morphed into a raucous red city of debauchery, the human world dissolving into a rioting rendition of Hell, the Hazbin Hotel. Amid all these transformations, Tommy felt his mind start to shift, a creeping sensation that he was losing a part of himself. His memories began to change like photos morphing in a waterlogged book, a boyish laugh replaced by the bellow of a man with a New York accent, a love for soccer replaced with a love for cooking and Italian food. His feeble attempts to fight the memories were futile. His past memories disappeared like a thin mist and the thoughts that filled his mind were those of a sinner, Angel Dust. Though the transformation was strange and eerily euphoric, his mind fought against accepting the sharp teeth, the golden fang, cerise pink eyes, snowy white fur. But it was to no avail; he had become the spider-like Angel Dust. Dressed in a long light pink suit-blazer, a reddish-grey miniskirt, high-heeled boots, and accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie and a black choker, Tommy no longer recognized himself. His arms, four of them now were adorn in long gloves, cerise pink for the top and white for the bottom set. Another set of arms hidden by will appeared when summoned. "Who am I?" he demanded in the mirror, his voice low and resonant. "In the mirror was not a young boy but a mature man with plush white hair, smeared with light-pink and a distinctive heart pattern on the back of his head. "You're Angel Dust, sweetheart," the reflection responded back with a smirk. He had become the brash, sarcastic Angel Dust, his wit sharp, humor crude and crass. Despite being widely flirtatious, he felt an inherent dislike for his own feet, harbored insecurity and cynicism for redemption and despised memorizing scripts. In that moment, Tommy was gone forever and the only entity that existed was Angel Dust with his impeccable style, quick wit, and defensive nature. His world had transformed entirely, his reality irreversibly changed for eternity. The boy was no more, it was just Angel Dust, forever.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 8:43 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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