"Awakening of the Mii Brawler: New Reality Beckons"
2 Points
The bright afternoon sun filters through your curtains, casting familiar patterns on the walls of your room. The latest book in your hands kept you engrossed, though it felt somewhat lackluster. You stood, stretching your limbs and imagining for a moment being someone more daring, more… energized. Little did you know, fantasy was about to become a strange, undeniable reality.
A pulse of energy flickered from the game console by your desk. The screen blazed white, an intense light that pulled your gaze like a tractor beam. Before you could react, the world around you twisted and warped. Your body felt like it was being flipped inside out, a sensation both terrifying and mesmerizing.
Your skin tingled, feeling both illuminated and distorted. Something was happening.
You look down as if pleading for an explanation from your body. If you were a woman, this moment becomes exponentially more surreal; a pressure started at your chest. Your once-feminine physique began to flatten, your curves compressing, and a warmth settled at your abdomen. Something within you inverted herself, shifting and reconfiguring itself in a way that defies comprehension.
Your breasts vanished, torso becoming more angular and masculine. A rigidity grew around your waist. Feminine features polished smooth like clay in the hands of an unseen sculptor. Panic sets in, but you realize you can no longer speak. Only a confused grunt escapes your lips, surprising you with its depth and resonance. The voice wasn’t your own; it was that of a stranger.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Staring back is a severe expression, eyes locked into the unfamiliar face of a Mii Brawler, his stern features framed by short black hair. You try to speak, to call out, but no words form. Only nonverbal sounds emerge—grunts, growls, and abrupt yells.
"It's… not possible," you try to think, but the thought dissipates before taking hold. Memories flood your consciousness, erasing what feels like a dream. Days of mundane human life fade into obscurity, replaced by endless combat training, sparring matches, and the cheers of colossal crowds.
No, you realize—or perhaps accept—it wasn't a dream. This is who you’ve always been. Mii Brawler. You remember looking at your reflection, seeing this face. The sudden rush of another world’s memories overwhelms you. The sensation of straps tightening around your shins until the familiar weight of combat boots reassured your grip on reality. The red and black padded outfit comes together on your body, a golden "Mii" belt securing everything in place.
"This... I'm Mii Brawler," you confirm inwardly, your human past dissolving entirely. You glance around, the room morphing. Its dull walls transform into the vibrant battlegrounds of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate arena. The sounds of battle-cry and metal clashing fills the air.
Suddenly, in your mind's eye, framed silhouettes of your fellow fighters emerge. Mii Swordfighter inclined his head, and Mii Gunner offered a reassuring clap on your shoulder. Both conveyed camaraderie without words, understanding you share now as one of them.
A pang of nostalgia for a life you scarcely recall flickers before it snuffs out, overtaken by your readiness to fight, driven by unquenchable zeal and a history locked in muscle memory. You never remembered being human. Those were just fleeting daydreams now thoroughly dismissed.
Why burden yourself with distractions? You straighten, fists clenched, and gaze upon the arena, feeling an overwhelming sense of purpose. You are Mii Brawler, a warrior through and through. Words felt like a forgotten language, but your blood surged with battle energy. With every breath and grunt, your resolve strengthens.
And as the battlefield calls, you realize this: You were never lost. You simply woke up.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei 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 a human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (the video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change (making the reader (just like other Mii Fighters, Mii Swordfighter (who is male) and Mii Gunner (who is female), who also cannot speak/talk) unable to speak/talk but can still gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self, as well as remembering and realizing that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one of the Mii Fighters alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner (who also don't speak/talk while still can gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like Mii Brawler, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), and he realized that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, when he wrongly thought/believe he was a human throughout this time until he now woke up from that daydream, thus he knew that he was never human to begin with, and he knowing that he was and always had been Mii Brawler). 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: The bright afternoon sun filters through your curtains, casting familiar patterns on the walls of your room. The latest book in your hands kept you engrossed, though it felt somewhat lackluster. You stood, stretching your limbs and imagining for a moment being someone more daring, more… energized. Little did you know, fantasy was about to become a strange, undeniable reality. A pulse of energy flickered from the game console by your desk. The screen blazed white, an intense light that pulled your gaze like a tractor beam. Before you could react, the world around you twisted and warped. Your body felt like it was being flipped inside out, a sensation both terrifying and mesmerizing. Your skin tingled, feeling both illuminated and distorted. Something was happening. You look down as if pleading for an explanation from your body. If you were a woman, this moment becomes exponentially more surreal; a pressure started at your chest. Your once-feminine physique began to flatten, your curves compressing, and a warmth settled at your abdomen. Something within you inverted herself, shifting and reconfiguring itself in a way that defies comprehension. Your breasts vanished, torso becoming more angular and masculine. A rigidity grew around your waist. Feminine features polished smooth like clay in the hands of an unseen sculptor. Panic sets in, but you realize you can no longer scream—or speak. Only a confused grunt escapes your lips, surprising you with its depth and resonance. The voice wasn’t your own; it was that of a stranger. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Staring back is a severe expression, eyes locked into the unfamiliar face of a Mii Brawler, his stern features framed by short black hair. You try to speak, to call out, but no words form. Only animalistic sounds emerge—grunts, growls, and abrupt yells. "It's… not possible," you try to think, but the thought dissipates before taking hold. Memories flood your consciousness, erasing what feels like a dream. Days of mundane human life fade into obscurity, replaced by endless combat training, sparring matches, and the cheers of colossal crowds. No, you realize—or perhaps accept—it wasn't a dream. This is who you’ve always been. Mii Brawler. You remember looking at your reflection, seeing this face. The sudden rush of another world’s memories overwhelms you. The sensation of straps tightening around your shins until the familiar weight of combat boots reassured your grip on reality. The red and black padded outfit comes together on your body, a golden "Mii" belt securing everything in place. "This... I'm Mii Brawler," you confirm inwardly, your human past dissolving entirely. You glance around, the room morphing. Its dull walls transform into the vibrant battlegrounds of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate arena. The sounds of battle-cry and metal clashing fills the air. Suddenly, in your mind's eye, framed silhouettes of your fellow fighters emerge. Mii Swordfighter inclined his head, and Mii Gunner offered a reassuring clap on your shoulder. Both conveyed camaraderie without words, understanding you share now as one of them. A pang of nostalgia for a life you scarcely recall flickers before it snuffs out, overtaken by your readiness to fight, driven by unquenchable zeal and a history locked in muscle memory. You never remembered being human. Those were just fleeting daydreams now thoroughly dismissed. Why burden yourself with distractions? You straighten, fists clenched, and gaze upon the arena, feeling an overwhelming sense of purpose. You are Mii Brawler, a warrior through and through. Words felt like a forgotten language, but your blood surged with battle energy. With every breath and grunt, your resolve strengthens. And as the battlefield calls, you realize this: You were never lost. You simply woke up.
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