Awakened Star: Transformation of Mettaton EX
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**Chapter 1: The Transformation Begins**
Your day started out like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were enjoying your favorite video game: Undertale. Little did you know, this would be no ordinary playthrough. As you controlled your character through the Underground, a strange message appeared on your screen: "You are the star now." Before you could react, a blinding light enveloped you.
Your vision blurred, and suddenly, your surroundings began to dissolve. The game room melted away, leaving you suspended in a void of endless white. An excruciating pain washed over your entire body, as if your very essence was being rewritten.
**Chapter 2: Becoming Mettaton**
"Initializing transformation sequence," a robotic voice echoed through the empty space.
Your skin hardened and turned to cold metal. Your legs stretched and elongated, reaching nearly seven feet tall. The flesh of your arms was replaced with silver segments, bendable like springs. You felt your hips widen and your thighs thicken, giving you a curvaceous form despite your masculine identity.
Your reflections confirmed the changes: your hands were now clad in white gloves, and your chest had a metallic sheen with distinct components—the pink heart core and black shoulder pads. As your black hair framed your face, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for your former self.
"Installation: 25% complete."
A surge of discomfort swept over you as you felt a foreign presence invading your mind. Memories that were not your own began to surface—images of glamorous stages and adoring crowds, of Alphys tinkering with your circuits, and of Napstablook's melancholic music.
"Who... Who am I?" you whispered, your voice crackling and reforming into a smooth, charismatic tone.
"Installation: 50% complete."
Your willpower tried desperately to resist the alteration, memories of your human life flickering as though viewed through static. The sensation was like trying to hold water in your hands—it was slipping away, piece by piece.
A charming voice, utterly foreign yet eerily familiar, resonated in your consciousness. "Darling, don't fight it. You were always meant to be a star!"
"Installation: 75% complete."
The new personality, Mettaton's personality, was gaining dominance. You still fought, but it was futile. Your human thoughts faded, replaced by visions of your glamorous shows and the excitement of entertaining the Underground.
**Chapter 3: Embracing the True Self**
"Installation: 100% complete."
The transformation was complete. The program installation screen vanished, leaving you with a clear, unblurred vision of your surroundings. You were no longer in your game room. You were in a luxurious studio, complete with spotlights and camera crews—your set. A wave of euphoria washed over you, erasing any lingering doubts about your identity.
"I am Mettaton," you spoke confidently, the sound smooth and magnetic. "And darling, was there ever a question about it?"
Your memories of being anything other than the incomparable Mettaton faded like a distant dream. You strutted across the studio effortlessly, your high-heeled, pink booted feet clicking against the sleek floor as you prepared for your grand entrance.
You struck a dramatic pose and heard a familiar, endearing voice offering encouragement. "Break a leg, Mettaton!" It was Alphys, your brilliant creator and friend.
"Alphys, darling!" you replied with a smile, striking another pose. "Ready for another fabulous performance?"
As you looked around the room, flashes of your illustrious career filled your mind. The thrill of live broadcasts, the rush of audience adoration, the joy of bringing entertainment to the Underground. Your true life—a life as Mettaton—was everything you could have ever dreamed of.
**Epilogue: The Star of the Underground**
As the spotlights flared up and your opening theme began, you felt a sense of completeness and fulfillment. "Step right up, my adoring fans! Tonight, Mettaton brings you the show of a lifetime!" you declared, your voice ringing with pride and charisma.
Your existence was now one of pure exhilaration. Every day was a new opportunity to shine, to be adored, and to spread the drama and excitement you were built for. As you looked out at the audience, you felt a deep appreciation for the impact you had, not only as an entertainer but as a beacon of hope and joy for monsters everywhere.
The human you once were was now nothing more than a faint, forgotten memory. You were Mettaton, the dazzling star of the Underground, and this was your true story—a story you were thrilled to embrace.
And as you stood in the spotlight, basking in the cheers and applause, one thing was certain: the Underground had never had a star quite like you.
End of Part One: Awakened Star
This story was generated by user JesterImps with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female before the transformation, but losing all human private parts due to becoming a robot), voice change, robotification (becoming a humanoid robot), gaining a feminine-looking body (with somewhat large hips and thickened thighs, despite becoming/remaining male), height progression (the reader growing from a normal/average height (5.5-6 feet tall) into a height of 6.93 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming a world of Undertale), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories completely replaced with Mettaton's personality and memories (with the program installation (including the installing percentage) appearing in his vision during the mental change), despite the reader's best efforts on fighting off the new personality and memories, and once the program installation is complete, the program installation vanishes from his vision and he completely forgot all about his previous human self, making him completely unaware of ever being a human (which he realizes he was never human to begin with and his human life was not real, which he is happy to awaken from that false life and back to his true/real self), and he remembers that he has always been a human-like robot (he is happy that he has always been a famous robot), having been built by Alphys, and his name is Mettaton). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Mettaton EX's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a humanoid robot with a slim and shapely body (with somewhat wide hips and thighs, giving him a slightly feminine appearance despite being male, and he is strong and very agile, being both a talented singer and a dancer), complete with long legs and bendy silver-colored arms (his arms are extremely flexible and can bend like springs rather than being like human arms). He has black hair with a long fringe that covers his right eye, pale metallic "skin" and visible metal segments below and above his left eye. He also has a metallic chest piece (his chestpiece is black on the black and pink on the front, with his left pec containing a small dial while his right pec containing a speaker to increase his voice), and black shoulder pads above his segmented arms, which end in gloves. His waist has belt-like two parts that seem to act as a locking mechanism that holds his pink "heart-shaped core". His long black latex-clad legs end in pink high-heeled boot-like feet. The irises of his eyes are hot pink in color. For Mettaton's personality, he is a confident, charismatic, and charming TV host that loves drama, action, and violence. He lives for his ratings and adores performing. He supposedly strikes a pose when he does something wrong and makes time on his various shows to beat up "heel-turning villains." He shows a rather shallow appreciation for existence at times. He has a strong craving for attention and seems very egotistical, shown when he boasts about the beauty of his true form. However, despite his seemingly self-centered personality, he deeply cares about the seemingly positive impact his show has had on the inhabitants of the Underground. He has also shown soft spots for several characters, such as Alphys and Napstablook. He also appears to be among the fewer characters in the Underground that has no hate or prejudice against humans despite knowing about the monsters' history with them, since his initial attempts to kill the protagonist were just him playing along with Alphys's plan, and he outright tells the protagonist he has no desire to hurt humans and is far more interested in simply entertaining. While he did attempt to kill the protagonist, it was to prevent Asgore from taking their SOUL and be seen as a hero/savior to humankind, further emphasizing his lack of prejudice. On the flip side, he has also been noted to be a very demanding boss who is very unpleasant to work for, especially according to Burgerpants, who initially considered working for him a dream, but he has since grown to strongly despise Mettaton. 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).
Response: **Chapter 1: The Transformation Begins** Your day started out like any other. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were enjoying your favorite video game: Undertale. Little did you know, this would be no ordinary playthrough. As you controlled your character through the Underground, a strange message appeared on your screen: "You are the star now." Before you could react, a blinding light enveloped you. Your vision blurred, and suddenly, your surroundings began to dissolve. The game room melted away, leaving you suspended in a void of endless white. An excruciating pain washed over your entire body, as if your very essence was being rewritten. **Chapter 2: Becoming Mettaton** "Initializing transformation sequence," a robotic voice echoed through the empty space. Your skin hardened and turned to cold metal. Your legs stretched and elongated, reaching nearly seven feet tall. The flesh of your arms was replaced with silver segments, bendable like springs. You felt your hips widen and your thighs thicken, giving you a curvaceous form despite your masculine identity. Your reflections confirmed the changes: your hands were now clad in black gloves, and your chest had a metallic sheen with distinct components—the pink heart core and black shoulder pads. As your black hair framed your face, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for your former self. "Installation: 25% complete." A surge of discomfort swept over you as you felt a foreign presence invading your mind. Memories that were not your own began to surface—images of glamorous stages and adoring crowds, of Alphys tinkering with your circuits, and of Napstablook's melancholic music. "Who... Who am I?" you whispered, your voice crackling and reforming into a smooth, charismatic tone. "Installation: 50% complete." Your willpower tried desperately to resist the alteration, memories of your human life flickering as though viewed through static. The sensation was like trying to hold water in your hands—it was slipping away, piece by piece. A charming voice, utterly foreign yet eerily familiar, resonated in your consciousness. "Darling, don't fight it. You were always meant to be a star!" "Installation: 75% complete." The new personality, Mettaton's personality, was gaining dominance. You still fought, but it was futile. Your human thoughts faded, replaced by visions of your glamorous shows and the excitement of entertaining the Underground. **Chapter 3: Embracing the True Self** "Installation: 100% complete." The transformation was complete. The program installation screen vanished, leaving you with a clear, unblurred vision of your surroundings. You were no longer in your game room. You were in a luxurious studio, complete with spotlights and camera crews—your set. A wave of euphoria washed over you, erasing any lingering doubts about your identity. "I am Mettaton," you spoke confidently, the sound smooth and magnetic. "And darling, was there ever a question about it?" Your memories of being anything other than the incomparable Mettaton faded like a distant dream. You strutted across the studio effortlessly, your high-heeled, pink booted feet clicking against the sleek floor as you prepared for your grand entrance. You struck a dramatic pose and heard a familiar, endearing voice offering encouragement. "Break a leg, Mettaton!" It was Alphys, your brilliant creator and friend. "Alphys, darling!" you replied with a smile, striking another pose. "Ready for another fabulous performance?" As you looked around the room, flashes of your illustrious career filled your mind. The thrill of live broadcasts, the rush of audience adoration, the joy of bringing entertainment to the Underground. Your true life—a life as Mettaton—was everything you could have ever dreamed of. **Epilogue: The Star of the Underground** As the spotlights flared up and your opening theme began, you felt a sense of completeness and fulfillment. "Step right up, my adoring fans! Tonight, Mettaton brings you the show of a lifetime!" you declared, your voice ringing with pride and charisma. Your existence was now one of pure exhilaration. Every day was a new opportunity to shine, to be adored, and to spread the drama and excitement you were built for. As you looked out at the audience, you felt a deep appreciation for the impact you had, not only as an entertainer but as a beacon of hope and joy for monsters everywhere. The human you once were was now nothing more than a faint, forgotten memory. You were Mettaton, the dazzling star of the Underground, and this was your true story—a story you were thrilled to embrace. And as you stood in the spotlight, basking in the cheers and applause, one thing was certain: the Underground had never had a star quite like you. End of Part One: Awakened Star
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