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Transformation into Alastor: A Symphony of Unwanted Change


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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into a completely identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (turning from female to male, if the reader was female before the transformation), age change, height progression, and, against the reader's will, mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, making him/her completely forget he/she was a mortal human and only remembered ever being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth on his otherwise-human-like face. 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 hoofed toes and red 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 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 voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, 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. The story takes place after this other story: . After turning Cherri Bomb into Alastor's new doppelganger, he wanted more fun and more clones of himself, and he, along with his doppelgangers, temporarily teleported into the mortal realm to kidnap the reader, sending the reader to Hazbin Hotel's depiction of Hell, so (against the reader's will) he used supernatural powers to transform the human reader, with the reader trying to resist the physical and mental changes, but to no avail (with the reader trying to use his/her fingers to push away a permanent smile and to frown, but to no avail and he/she is permanently smiling as Alastor's doppelganger, as both the original Alastor and his other doppelgangers, formerly Vaggie, Husk, Sir Pentious, and Cherri Bomb, said something like " Smile, my dear! You're never fully dressed without one"). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're 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 BarbaraMan

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The world spins around you as you find yourself hurtling through space, landing abruptly on opulent, soft carpet. Confusion swirls through your mind, mirroring the room that remains in constant motion. In the midst of your bewilderment, you see several figures standing at the edges of the room, all identical in appearance, all distinctly...inhuman. Their eyes – dark red sclerae, bright-red irises, thin black pupils - rivet you to the spot. "Welcome, dearie," one of Alastor - because that's who they all are - says. "You're about to undergo quite a transformation." You shake your head vehemently. "No," you protest. "I won't let you." There’s power behind your words, defiance sparking clear through your fear. "Ah, but that's where you're mistaken," another Alastor chuckles. "You really don't have a choice." And so, it begins. A sharp, prickly feeling radiates outward from your core, spreading across your body. You feel your skin crawl, literally – it's transforming into an eerie beige, skulls dancing along a carbon stretch of veins beneath. You extend your arms, watching horrified as they darken to a ghastly grey before your very eyes. A glance down at your legs reflects the same fate. Before you can cry out again, a liquid heat rushes up, warming your scalp. Your hair shortens, stands on end, an angle to it that wasn't there before. You reach up to touch it and your fingers graze a bit of twisted black antler. And then there is the warmth around your eyes. "Monocle should fit just right," Alastor - the original perhaps – says, a thin cane, topped by an omniscient vintage microphone, twirling in his hand. You dare not bring your hands to your face, dare not feel the confirmation of the phantom piece over your right eye. Your vision seems different, everything around you tainted red. You lift your gaze to them, now. To your doppelgängers. Alastor grins, antlered head tilting towards you. “You’ve always wondered what it felt like,” he says, and you can’t look away from the cruel reflection of your likeness, your new identity. Red engulfs your vision as your new garb takes form— a pinstriped coat, bright red shirt beneath, the black cross imprinted on it hammering the reality within. You can feel your voice change, something smooth and refined – ironically reminiscent of those old-fashioned radio announcers. Resistance attempts to surge, but as involuntary as the changes were, you now feel them aligning with your wishes. An uncanny sanguine smile creeps up on you, forming a permanent arc of satisfaction. A few of your clones comment on it. "Smile, my dear!" one exclaims. "You're never fully dressed without one." That's when it begins: the disconnect from your past. It starts as a dull headache before escalating into a painful throbbing in your temples. You clutch at your head, but to no avail. Your memories dive back; you're not an average human anymore. Your home, family, friends – a mere featureless void. In the end, you grit your teeth, forcing back the unshed tears. You stand tall, embracing the inevitable. You are Alastor, the Radio Demon, a reflection of a charming man who hides a much darker side. Finally, as the transformation locks in, as you’ve understood and accepted this dramatic change in identity, the original Alastor steps forward, opening his arms in a grandiose gesture of welcome. “Welcome to the family," he says, a dark twinkle in his eye. You feel a cold dread creeps up your spine. And then he corrects himself with, "Pardon me, welcome to the self.” His laughter echoes in the room as you look around at your duplicates. With a rhythm unbeknownst to your old self, you lift the thin cane - identical to Alastor's; your cane now, and the sharp clatter reverberates through the room. “Shall we commence the picture show?" you ask, your voice ringing with new authority and charisma. As the first note echoes in the room, you can't help but smile. You're never fully dressed without one.

Answered by gpt-4

March 25, 2024, 12:15 a.m.

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Published: Monday, March 25, 2024

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