"Bound by Blades: Awakening of the Mii Brawler"
2 Points
The day had started like any other. The alarm had buzzed, you'd groggily rolled out of bed, and stumbled your way through the motions of getting ready, thoughts drifting through the monotony of it all. You'd grabbed your favorite gaming controller and started up Super Smash Bros Ultimate with the habitual excitement that made you feel at home every single time. Yet today, something felt different—something intangible, just at the edge of perception.
As the game loaded, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you. You blinked, trying to shake it off, but then, in an instant, the world around you seemed to pixelate, as though reality itself was being adjusted and updated.
Your body tingled all over, a sensation like pins and needles prickling every inch of your skin. Panic tried to spark in your mind, but it flickered weakly, as if muffled by a blanket of fog. You looked at your hands—they seemed to blur, then shrink. Long, black hair fluttered into view, curtaining your vision just as your sight recalibrated to an unfamiliar height.
The tingling spread, more intense now, morphing into a steady pressure. Something was compressing your chest, flattening it against your will. The curves you'd known all your life pulled inward, reshaping, reforming. A gasp escaped you—head swimming—and then your anatomy began to shift even more drastically. Parts of you seemed to almost crawl inside out, ending as a masculine form, solid and unfamiliar.
Your pants felt looser now, billowing around diminishing hips before tightening around the groin. With what felt like the final stretch of a puzzle piece clicking into place, a new but tight-fitting red-and-black outfit materialized over your body. Padding settled snugly on your forearms and shins, and the brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in its golden buckle cinched comfortably around your newly formed waist.
You momentarily marveled at your slightly more muscular build, the new strength filling you. A rising dread, or perhaps it was curiosity, made your hands lift to explore the newly chiseled planes of your face. The reflection staring back from a nearby screen was of the Mii Brawler, yet it was undeniably—impossibly—you.
Your mouth opened to shout, question this impossibility, but only a wordless grunt came out. Panic surged, but it couldn't find a foothold; the fog was getting thicker. A stern, unfaltering expression settled on your features, one not of your choosing.
Memories—no, someone else's memories—began to flood in, like an unstoppable tide. You tried to fight them—remember your name, your life—but those thoughts flickered away like fragile soap bubbles. Instead, new images and experiences layered themselves over the old. You saw yourself—no, the Mii Brawler—fighting steadily in endless arenas, the thrill of combat rippling through you as though you'd known it for ages.
The last remnants of your human self slipped further away as an intrinsic realization settled in. You had always been Mii Brawler, a skilled fighter standing shoulder to shoulder with the Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. The human existence you had clung to—all those worries and mundane details—they were nothing more than a daydream.
You shook your head, clearing away the fog and the lies. This was home, this is who you were. Your voice might have been silenced, but your will, your essence, drummed with renewed vigor as you stepped forward, ready to dominate the battlefield—no longer a mere player, but a warrior truly of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate world.
A gentle breeze from the surrounding digital landscape brushed against you, bringing with it a sense of peace and familiarity. It mattered not what delusion of being human had clouded your mind. You knew the truth now.
You looked toward your comrades, ready for the next challenge. There was a calm understanding in the silence as Mii Swordfighter gave you a nod and Mii Gunner offered a small grin.
Breathe in. Breathe out. And let the fight begin once again in a world where you had always belonged.
End.
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 the POV transformation story of the 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 day had started like any other. The alarm had buzzed, you'd groggily rolled out of bed, and stumbled your way through the motions of getting ready, thoughts drifting through the monotony of it all. You'd grabbed your favorite gaming controller and started up Super Smash Bros Ultimate with the habitual excitement that made you feel at home every single time. Yet today, something felt different—something intangible, just at the edge of perception. As the game loaded, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you. You blinked, trying to shake it off, but then, in an instant, the world around you seemed to pixelate, as though reality itself was being adjusted and updated. Your body tingled all over, a sensation like pins and needles prickling every inch of your skin. Panic tried to spark in your mind, but it flickered weakly, as if muffled by a blanket of fog. You looked at your hands—they seemed to blur, then shrink. Long, black hair fluttered into view, curtaining your vision just as your sight recalibrated to an unfamiliar height. The tingling spread, more intense now, morphing into a steady pressure. Something was compressing your chest, flattening it against your will. The curves you'd known all your life pulled inward, reshaping, reforming. A gasp escaped you—head swimming—and then your anatomy began to shift even more drastically. Parts of you seemed to almost crawl inside out, ending as a masculine form, solid and unfamiliar. Your pants felt looser now, billowing around diminishing hips before tightening around the groin. With what felt like the final stretch of a puzzle piece clicking into place, a new but tight-fitting red-and-black outfit materialized over your body. Padding settled snugly on your forearms and shins, and the brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in its golden buckle cinched comfortably around your newly formed waist. You momentarily marveled at your slightly more muscular build, the new strength filling you. A rising dread, or perhaps it was curiosity, made your hands lift to explore the newly chiseled planes of your face. The reflection staring back from a nearby screen was of the Mii Brawler, yet it was undeniably—impossibly—you. Your mouth opened to shout, question this impossibility, but only a wordless grunt came out. Panic surged, but it couldn't find a foothold; the fog was getting thicker. A stern, unfaltering expression settled on your features, one not of your choosing. Memories—no, someone else's memories—began to flood in, like an unstoppable tide. You tried to fight them—remember your name, your life—but those thoughts flickered away like fragile soap bubbles. Instead, new images and experiences layered themselves over the old. You saw yourself—no, the Mii Brawler—fighting steadily in endless arenas, the thrill of combat rippling through you as though you'd known it for ages. The last remnants of your human self slipped further away as an intrinsic realization settled in. You had always been Mii Brawler, a skilled fighter standing shoulder to shoulder with the Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. The human existence you had clung to—all those worries and mundane details—they were nothing more than a daydream. You shook your head, clearing away the fog and the lies. This was home, this is who you were. Your voice might have been silenced, but your will, your essence, drummed with renewed vigor as you stepped forward, ready to dominate the battlefield—no longer a mere player, but a warrior truly of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate world. A gentle breeze from the surrounding digital landscape brushed against you, bringing with it a sense of peace and familiarity. It mattered not what delusion of being human had clouded your mind. You knew the truth now. You looked toward your comrades, ready for the next challenge. There was a calm understanding in the silence as Mii Swordfighter gave you a nod and Mii Gunner offered a small grin. Breathe in. Breathe out. And let the fight begin once again in a world where you had always belonged. End.
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