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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, thus remembering their past mortal lives is impossible, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall and is, biologically, somewhere in his 30s or 40s when he died as a human before arriving to Hell as an immortal demon. 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 is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel series before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). The transformation into Alastor the Radio Demon 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're thinking.
Your mind is dim, awash with confusion as you attempt to grasp the unfamiliar environment before you. It's a sprawling sight of destruction, flames and twisted metal. But this... It's nothing compared to the realization of the tall, dapper figure standing by. He's radiating a certain delight from his broad, toothy grin. He is amused by your blatant fear, your attempt to make sense of it all. With a chuckle, smooth as a record playing over the radio, he steps forward. "Ah, the delightful disorientation of new guests!" he announces, striding around you and your friend. His voice, and the way his strange eyes inspect you, causes a shiver to go down your spine. "Welcome to Hell, dear guests." This is not some sick joke, as you had initially thought. No, those dark red eyes were not those that dealt in untruths. It's him – Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. It seemed like only a matter of time before he grew tired of watching his image being tarnished in stories and artwork from the confines of the fictional realm. Unable to change what was written about him, he decided he had enough and crossed over into reality to punish the people responsible for it. “Well,” Alastor starts, “let's make this journey more amusing, shall we?” Suddenly, a rush of spiritual energies swirl around you and your friend, transforming your attire into matching red suits, your bodies following suit. Regardless of your gender, you both mutate into a masculine silhouette. Feeling the world rise around you, you realize just how tall Alastor truly is. The view is likely stratospheric for your friend, too. The transition continues, your mind buzzing, like bees swarming, nudging your current thoughts, personality, and memories aside, replacing them with something else. Alastor's voice seeps into your mind, a soothing reply to your unvoiced pleas for this transformation to cease. “Ah, don’t bother using energy to fight it. Your efforts are unfruitful. You’ll forget everything soon.” You feel, or perhaps it's an illusory remnant given your shifting psyche, a teardrop tracing down your now-changed beige skin. Your friend, or rather, your newfound twin brother, tries to speak, but what that he utters is far from a desperate plea for mercy. It's an odd comment, reflecting a disturbing burst of interest. “Did you know that deer don't actually *pop* like balloons when you hit 'em?” It’s Alastor’s voice. It’s Alastor’s mind, echoing through your friend's words. You share a helpless glance, your foggy memories of your friendship becoming increasingly hazy, shadows of a vanished timeline that's resounded in parallel lines. It's the same for you, your reflections punctuated by foreign wit that you would have found distasteful just moments ago. The transformation is complete. You’re identical twin brothers to Alastor, in every possible way. The critical eye Alastor pins on you both seems pleased. “I’ve always wanted twins. Isn’t life in Hell just delightful?” Clarity doesn't have a meaning anymore. Not when you're consumed by Alastor's persona. You've been turned into identical versions of the Radio Demon, cursed to wander this hellish world with nothing but his memories and personality. The thoughts and life you once had are gone, forever forgotten, merely fragments of a reality that doesn't exist anymore. “Now, let the show begin,” Alastor declares, merriment clear in his gleaming scarlet eyes. Now, as hell's newest twins, the real fun begins.
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