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"Fame's Transformation: Embracing Mettaton EX"

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### From Pages to Pixels: Becoming Mettaton EX

The transformation begins in the dim light of your room. You’ve been engrossed in yet another playthrough of "Undertale," your favorite game. Mettaton's mesmerizing performance on the TV screen holds your attention, like always. But tonight is different. As Mettaton strides onto the screen, shaking his hips and striking that signature pose, something flickers in your vision.

“What the…?” Your voice catches in your throat, an unexplainable panic rising.

Suddenly, a surge of energy envelops you, making every nerve in your body vibrate. Your fingers tighten around the gaming controller, but it feels foreign now as your bones and flesh begin to tingle and twist. The sensation is terrifying yet impossible to resist. The controller clatters to the floor, and your hands—now visibly metallic—start transforming before your eyes.

The pale glow from the screen reflects off your changing skin. The faint sound of Mettaton’s theme music mixes with the ensuing chaos in your ears. Your view distorts as your height increases rapidly, stretching past six feet, tethering closer to an astonishing nearly seven feet tall. “This can’t be real,” you think, trying to ground yourself in panic.

System alert: **PROGRAM INSTALLATION IN PROGRESS: 1%** - Time remaining unknown.

You stumble back, the sweat pooling from your back before you stop and realize robots don’t sweat. Your legs change shape, elongating, encased in skin-tight black latex, and your feet morph into pink high-heeled boots.

“What is happening to me?” you cry out. Your voice—higher, more melodious—doesn’t sound like your own anymore. Your panic rises as the screen in your vision shows:

**PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 20%**

Segments of your skin shift to reveal smooth, silver plating. Your chest tightens, and you look down to see a pink heart-shaped core glowing brightly against a black metallic plate. A strange mix of terror and awe wells up within you. Your arms, now sleek and bendable, stretch out, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto.

**PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 45%**

“Hang on to yourself,” you urge mentally. “You can beat this.” But then the memories start slipping away, like delicate silk through your now metallic fingers. Memories of family, friends, mundane tasks—it all fades, supplanted by visions of adoring fans and stages lit by dazzling spotlights.

**PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 70%**

“No, this isn’t me!” you struggle, feeling the last vestiges of your former life slipping. Glimpses of your audience, the Underground, show-dramas of epic proportions crowd into your consciousness. Your identity frays as Mettaton’s memories and personality overwrite yours.

**PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 90%**

It feels cataclysmic, this losing battle. But as Mettaton's charm, charisma, and love for drama seep inexorably into your mind, you start to relax. There is something liberating about shedding the human constraints. Fame, adoration, performance—these words now resonate deeply within you.

**PROGRAM INSTALLATION: Complete**

You blink, and the screen in your vision vanishes. This room feels like an odd daydream. You catch your reflection in the window, dazzling and composed, standing tall at 6.93 feet. Your hair, an inky black with a fringe that deliciously covers one eye, adds to your allure. You strike a pose instinctively, feeling the fire in every motion.

Mettaton—no, *you* revel in your beauty. What were you thinking about? Something... unimportant. You dismiss it with a wave. Always been a dashing robotic star, ready to conquer the hearts of the Underground.

You step into the glowing lights of your new world—a world that’s always known your flair and dreams. “Showtime," you purr with a flair, the audience's cheers echoing in your mind as you move forward, utterly, irrevocably, Mettaton EX.

This story was generated by user GenderChange 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 a 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), voice change, robotification (becoming a humanoid robot), gaining a feminine-looking body (with somewhat wide 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, making him starting to act more and more like Mettaton as well as thinking more and more like Mettaton, and once the program installation is complete, the program installation vanishes from his vision and he completely forgot all about his previous human self or life, even forgetting that the transformation ever occurred (he believes that he was daydreaming about something but he couldn't tell what exactly), making him completely unaware of ever being a human (he was never human to begin with and never anything that had flesh, blood, or bones) and he remembers that he has always been a human-like robot and is 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: ### From Pages to Pixels: Becoming Mettaton EX The transformation begins in the dim light of your room. You’ve been engrossed in yet another playthrough of "Undertale," your favorite game. Mettaton's mesmerizing performance on the TV screen holds your attention, like always. But tonight is different. As Mettaton strides onto the screen, shaking his hips and striking that signature pose, something flickers in your vision. “What the…?” Your voice catches in your throat, an unexplainable panic rising. Suddenly, a surge of energy envelops you, making every nerve in your body vibrate. Your fingers tighten around the gaming controller, but it feels foreign now as your bones and flesh begin to tingle and twist. The sensation is terrifying yet impossible to resist. The controller clatters to the floor, and your hands—now visibly metallic—start transforming before your eyes. The pale glow from the screen reflects off your changing skin. The faint sound of Mettaton’s theme music mixes with the ensuing chaos in your ears. Your view distorts as your height increases rapidly, stretching past six feet, tethering closer to an astonishing nearly seven feet tall. “This can’t be real,” you think, trying to ground yourself in panic. System alert: **PROGRAM INSTALLATION IN PROGRESS: 1%** - Time remaining unknown. You stumble back, the sweat pooling from your back before you stop and realize robots don’t sweat. Your legs change shape, elongating, encased in skin-tight black latex, and your feet morph into pink high-heeled boots. “What is happening to me?” you cry out. Your voice—higher, more melodious—doesn’t sound like your own anymore. Your panic rises as the screen in your vision shows: **PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 20%** Segments of your skin shift to reveal smooth, silver plating. Your chest tightens, and you look down to see a pink heart-shaped core glowing brightly against a black metallic plate. A strange mix of terror and awe wells up within you. Your arms, now sleek and bendable, stretch out, trying to find something, anything, to hold onto. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 45%** “Hang on to yourself,” you urge mentally. “You can beat this.” But then the memories start slipping away, like delicate silk through your now metallic fingers. Memories of family, friends, mundane tasks—it all fades, supplanted by visions of adoring fans and stages lit by dazzling spotlights. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 70%** “No, this isn’t me!” you struggle, feeling the last vestiges of your former life slipping. Glimpses of your audience, the Underground, show-dramas of epic proportions crowd into your consciousness. Your identity frays as Mettaton’s memories and personality overwrite yours. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 90%** It feels cataclysmic, this losing battle. But as Mettaton's charm, charisma, and love for drama seep inexorably into your mind, you start to relax. There is something liberating about shedding the human constraints. Fame, adoration, performance—these words now resonate deeply within you. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION: Complete** You blink, and the screen in your vision vanishes. This room feels like an odd daydream. You catch your reflection in the window, dazzling and composed, standing tall at 6.93 feet. Your hair, an inky black with a fringe that deliciously covers one eye, adds to your allure. You strike a pose instinctively, feeling the fire in every motion. Mettaton—no, *you* revel in your beauty. What were you thinking about? Something... unimportant. You dismiss it with a wave. Always been a dashing robotic star, ready to conquer the hearts of the Underground. You step into the glowing lights of your new world—a world that’s always known your flair and dreams. “Showtime," you purr with a flair, the audience's cheers echoing in your mind as you move forward, utterly, irrevocably, Mettaton EX.

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