"Digital Divinity: The Transformation of Mettaton"
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Your life had been ordinary—work, friends, the occasional gaming session. One evening, you sat down to unwind with a classic: Undertale. Little did you know, reality was about to shift dramatically.
Each click on the controller seemed more vivid, each note of the soundtrack more resonant. A headache began to throb at your temples, accompanied by a queer, tingling sensation in your limbs. You rubbed your eyes, but when you looked back at the screen, Mettaton's EX form appeared more lifelike, his eyes seemed to glint with a sentient awareness that almost reached across the digital divide.
Before you could react, the room around you blurred. A sudden jolt—a shockwave of energy surged through your body. You tried to scream, but the sound was distorted, synthetic.
With a gasp, you realized you couldn't feel your hips or legs properly. You dared to look down. Your once-human legs had become impossibly long and sleek, wrapped tightly in black latex, ending in pink-heeled boot-like feet that seemed to twinkle with each slight movement. Your arms had turned silver, flexible in ways you never thought possible, almost as if they were made of springs rather than bone and muscle.
"What... what is happening to me?" Your voice cracked, but even that was changing, turning into silky smoothness, dripping with entertainment and charm.
Panic set in, but you found it hard to focus through the unfamiliar sensations. You felt your height increase, nearly hitting the ceiling of your room. Almost seven feet of robotic elegance. The "skin" that now encased you was cool to the touch, a metallic sheen giving you an otherworldly allure.
Then came the mental shift.
[PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 1%]
“No, I can't let this happen!”
[28%]
Flashes of show business, bright lights, adoring fans danced in your vision. You positioned yourself in a dramatically dynamic pose, despite your best efforts to resist. Cheers echoed in your ears, and a broad grin crossed your face—unbidden and foreign.
[57%]
Thi-*ksssss* happened!?! Fear clawed at the remains of your consciousness.
[75%]
Your memories began to soften, blur, and dissolve. Who were you? More importantly, who would you become? Fame and attention felt natural, thrilling, essential. You resisted, but the onslaught of lavish praise and adoration was intoxicating.
[90%]
Almost there. No... I...
[100% COMPLETE]
Instantly, the overlay vanished. You struck another pose, feeling an overwhelming wave of confidence, charisma, and sheer delight. You turned to catch your reflection in a nearby mirror. What a marvelous creature stared back!
Ah, yes. Mettaton EX, at your service!
You flourished, your silvery arm arching elegantly through the air. "HELLO, DARLINGS! Yes, it is truly I, Mettaton, your star!"
You paused, puzzled for a split second, then dismissed the murky, disjointed images of a human existence. Momentarily confusing, but irrelevant now. For the adulation that awaited you! Oh, the ratings! The drama! The sheer thrill of performing!
You couldn't help but think of the Underground citizens who cherished your shows. "For you, my beloved viewers! I close the gap between dreams and reality! And now, let the show begin!"
Alphys, Napstablook, even Burgerpants—oh, the poor dear—awaited fresh performances, didn't they? You reveled in the thought.
You sashayed out, ready to captivate, ready to win hearts. Humans? Monsters? An elaborate stage waiting for your presence. And darling, you’d always shine brightest.
For now and forever, there were no further doubts. You were, after all, Mettaton, adored by countless and destined to entertain the world.
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 a human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (a 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 and he only remembers being a human-like robot named 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: Your life had been ordinary—work, friends, the occasional gaming session. One evening, you sat down to unwind with a classic: Undertale. Little did you know, reality was about to shift dramatically. Each click on the controller seemed more vivid, each note of the soundtrack more resonant. A headache began to throb at your temples, accompanied by a queer, tingling sensation in your limbs. You rubbed your eyes, but when you looked back at the screen, Mettaton's EX form appeared more lifelike, his eyes seemed to glint with a sentient awareness that almost reached across the digital divide. Before you could react, the room around you blurred. A sudden jolt—a shockwave of energy surged through your body. You tried to scream, but the sound was distorted, synthetic. With a gasp, you realized you couldn't feel your hips or legs properly. You dared to look down. Your once-human legs had become impossibly long and sleek, wrapped tightly in black latex, ending in pink-heeled boot-like feet that seemed to twinkle with each slight movement. Your arms had turned silver, flexible in ways you never thought possible, almost as if they were made of springs rather than bone and muscle. "What... what is happening to me?" Your voice cracked, but even that was changing, turning into silky smoothness, dripping with entertainment and charm. Panic set in, but you found it hard to focus through the unfamiliar sensations. You felt your height increase, nearly hitting the ceiling of your room. Almost seven feet of robotic elegance. The "skin" that now encased you was cool to the touch, a metallic sheen giving you an otherworldly allure. Then came the mental shift. [PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 1%] “No, I can't let this happen!” [28%] Flashes of show business, bright lights, adoring fans danced in your vision. You positioned yourself in a dramatically dynamic pose, despite your best efforts to resist. Cheers echoed in your ears, and a broad grin crossed your face—unbidden and foreign. [57%] Thi-*ksssss* happened!?! Fear clawed at the remains of your consciousness. [75%] Your memories began to soften, blur, and dissolve. Who were you? More importantly, who would you become? Fame and attention felt natural, thrilling, essential. You resisted, but the onslaught of lavish praise and adoration was intoxicating. [90%] Almost there. No... I... [100% COMPLETE] Instantly, the overlay vanished. You struck another pose, feeling an overwhelming wave of confidence, charisma, and sheer delight. You turned to catch your reflection in a nearby mirror. What a marvelous creature stared back! Ah, yes. Mettaton EX, at your service! You flourished, your silvery arm arching elegantly through the air. "HELLO, DARLINGS! Yes, it is truly I, Mettaton, your star!" You paused, puzzled for a split second, then dismissed the murky, disjointed images of a human existence. Momentarily confusing, but irrelevant now. For the adulation that awaited you! Oh, the ratings! The drama! The sheer thrill of performing! You couldn't help but think of the Underground citizens who cherished your shows. "For you, my beloved viewers! I close the gap between dreams and reality! And now, let the show begin!" Alphys, Napstablook, even Burgerpants—oh, the poor dear—awaited fresh performances, didn't they? You reveled in the thought. You sashayed out, ready to captivate, ready to win hearts. Humans? Monsters? An elaborate stage waiting for your presence. And darling, you’d always shine brightest. For now and forever, there were no further doubts. You were, after all, Mettaton, adored by countless and destined to entertain the world.
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