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Transformation Tango: From Innocent Human to Sinful Spider - The Tale of Angel Dust's Eternal Metamorphosis


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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 7 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 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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Growing up as a seven-year-old boy, you always had an imaginative mind. You loved watching cartoons, and especially enjoyed watching the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel. Your favorite character from the show was Angel Dust, the sassy, outgoing, and flirtatious demon. Little did you know, your life was about to warp in the blink of an eye as you became the character you so adored. It happened one lazy afternoon. You were watching an episode of Hazbin Hotel when you suddenly felt an intense jolt. Your stomach churned like you were on a roller coaster, and the room buzzed with static electricity. You clutched the sides of your head as it felt like it was throbbing with intense pressure. Suddenly, everything changed. Your room didn't even look like your room anymore. The walls were smeared with faded wallpaper and in the mirror, you noticed your reflection blur and distort until a completely different figure stared back. You saw yourself stretching out, the furniture around you growing tinier as you shot up more than 8 feet tall. Next came your body, curving in a feminine way, and your weight shifting. You felt a strange tickle around your chest area, seeing fur plush around like a woman's bosom. Your heart pounded as you approached the mirror, your new height bending down to see a reflection that wasn't yours. You gasped at your new reflection. Your skin was white furred, with light-pink hues scattered on top of your fluffy white hair. You noticed your eyes were completely different, one with a bright yellow sclera, and the other dark. The cerise pink irises looked almost comical, as six other pairs of miniature eyes danced underneath them—those were Angel Dust’s eyes. "I...I look like..." you stuttered, unable to believe it. You were turning into Angel Dust. Something else caught your eye as you noticed your clothes changing. A light pink blazer adorned your chest, the fabric glued onto your skin as if it had always been a part of you. Long cerise pink gloves sprouted from additional arms, a retractable pair you’d seen Angel use on the show. Four arms, three sets. Two legs. You were Angel Dust. "I can't be Angel," you whined, panicking. You felt the urge to call out for your parents, but every time you opened your mouth to speak, a New York accent tainted your voice. Laughing without humor, you reached out for the phone. Dialing seemed impossible with your new, cumbersome fingers. Your heart pounded, your hands shaking, but before you managed to dial the number, memories flooded your mind. Angel Dust's memories. Images of performing, the Hell he lived in, the abusive relationship with Valentino, the friends he had in the series – it all felt surreal. As the memories washed over you, they replaced your own. You were seven years old, living a rather dull but comfortable life, and then, this... No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fight off what was happening. You felt your human life drift away as Angel Dust's life took hold. "Even in the midst of the freakshow this place is, I always knew I stood out, in a good way, of course," you heard yourself say in Angel’s signature brash tone. You had completely become him - everything about you was Angel Dust and there was no trace of your former self. You watched as you lost the control to your actions, seeing your new body walk towards the mirror again. "Looking good there, Angel," you said, admiring your new image. You extended your arms, strutting in front of the mirror. "Just look at me, all sassy and snazzy," you flirted with your reflection, letting out a small chuckle. "Always had a thing for those 'ugly freaks' that stand out," you murmured. The thoughts that weren't yours still bombarded your mind. You tried your best to resist. To remember who you really were. To call for help. To do something. But just like that, within a blink of an eye, all your attempts failed. You were Angel Dust now. You always had been Angel Dust.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 9:14 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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