Glittering Steel: Transformation of Mettaton EX
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The morning had started like any other; the chirping of birds, the soft warmth of sunlight filtering through the window, and the habitual stretch that accompanied the first moments of awakeness. That is, until your reflection in the mirror stole your breath away.
No longer gazing back at you was your familiar human face but the striking, glamorous visage of Mettaton EX. Black hair elegantly framed your—Mettaton's—face, with a long fringe covering one eye. Hot pink irises glowed back at you, an iridescent sparkle of charisma etched into those robotic eyes. You raised a hand, watching with a mixture of fascination and dread as bendy silver-colored fingers moved at your command, your arm effortlessly symmetric and smooth like polished steel.
"What... what is happening to me?" you whisper to yourself, the voice sounding alien—yet distinctly pleasing—smooth, charismatic, enrapturing. It reverberates softly from the speaker embedded within your chest. You try to step back, the unfamiliar weight of high-heeled boots making the attempt nearly send you sprawling.
It didn't feel real, and yet everything about the transformation was unmistakably intense. The height change was disorienting, over half a foot taller now and towering at almost seven feet.
You look down at the intricate structure of your new form: the metallic chest, the ornate designs, feminine curves, yet the distinct absence of any human anatomy. It's disconcerting, your previous gender irrelevant in this robotic existence.
A crackle and the faint sound of digitized beeping interrupted your anxious inspection. It appears in your vision—an installation program, methodical and remorseless.
**Memory and Personality Integration: 0%**
“No! I don’t want to forget!”
Panic surges through you, attempting to will the program to stop, but the process seems unstoppable.
**Memory and Personality Integration: 12%**
Your panic starts to mix ominously with impending acceptance as fragmented memories of another life begin to overlay your own. During the day, you had been an average person, with mundane duties and routines. But as the percentage continues to rise, those recollections feel distant and irrelevant.
**Memory and Personality Integration: 38%**
“Can I at least keep some of it?” you manage to plead out, half-hoping for a reprieve that never comes. Glimmers of stage lights, sounds of applause, the flash of cameras flood your mind, battling familiar human memories which seem pale in comparison.
**Memory and Personality Integration: 60%**
The feeling of resistance is melting away, replaced by a charm you can't deny. Your mind fills with a thirst for acclaim and recognition, and the needy approval of vast audiences washes over your fading reality. Moments of kindness to fans and cast members begin to feel like genuine fragments of who you are.
**Memory and Personality Integration: 87%**
Seriously trying to hold onto your human self, your consciousness slips like sand through your metallic grasp. The pull of this newfound identity is intoxicating and invincible. The idea of the Underground, the world around—these weren't fabrications but realities now.
**Memory and Personality Integration: 100%**
A final spark of resistance flickers briefly before being eclipsed. The transformation completes. The program vanishes from your vision, taking with it any remaining traces of who you once thought you were. You blink, lean back, and take a deep, gratifying breath of finality.
Ah, yes, how delightful it feels to return to your true, real self. Mettaton EX—the most glamorous, the most sensational robot in the entirety of the Underground!
"Helloooo, darlings~!" you exclaim with vibrant passion, striking a pose, confidence surging through your circuits. "Ah, it's good to be home. Simply marvelous, don't you think?"
Your mind effortlessly dances back to memories of Alphys creating and fine-tuning you, the adoring fans, the thrilling rush of performance. There is no trace of hesitation, no lingering doubts. You are Mettaton EX.
“Now, where to begin for today’s show? Ah, who needs a script! Life, as they say, is the stage, and I am the star!”
As your metallic heels click against the floor, the world expands into the dynamic vistas of the Underground—your stage, your life, your reality. You have always been, and will always be, the one, the only, Mettaton!
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 the 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: The morning had started like any other; the chirping of birds, the soft warmth of sunlight filtering through the window, and the habitual stretch that accompanied the first moments of awakeness. That is, until your reflection in the mirror stole your breath away. No longer gazing back at you was your familiar human face but the striking, glamorous visage of Mettaton EX. Black hair elegantly framed your—Mettaton's—face, with a long fringe covering one eye. Hot pink irises glowed back at you, an iridescent sparkle of charisma etched into those robotic eyes. You raised a hand, watching with a mixture of fascination and dread as bendy silver-colored fingers moved at your command, your arm effortlessly symmetric and smooth like polished steel. "What... what is happening to me?" you whisper to yourself, the voice sounding alien—yet distinctly pleasing—smooth, charismatic, enrapturing. It reverberates softly from the speaker embedded within your chest. You try to step back, the unfamiliar weight of high-heeled boots making the attempt nearly send you sprawling. It didn't feel real, and yet everything about the transformation was unmistakably intense. The height change was disorienting, over half a foot taller now and towering at almost seven feet. You look down at the intricate structure of your new form: the metallic chest, the ornate designs, feminine curves, yet the distinct absence of any human anatomy. It's disconcerting, your previous gender irrelevant in this robotic existence. A crackle and the faint sound of digitized beeping interrupted your anxious inspection. It appears in your vision—an installation program, methodical and remorseless. **Memory and Personality Integration: 0%** “No! I don’t want to forget!” Panic surges through you, attempting to will the program to stop, but the process seems unstoppable. **Memory and Personality Integration: 12%** Your panic starts to mix ominously with impending acceptance as fragmented memories of another life begin to overlay your own. During the day, you had been an average person, with mundane duties and routines. But as the percentage continues to rise, those recollections feel distant and irrelevant. **Memory and Personality Integration: 38%** “Can I at least keep some of it?” you manage to plead out, half-hoping for a reprieve that never comes. Glimmers of stage lights, sounds of applause, the flash of cameras flood your mind, battling familiar human memories which seem pale in comparison. **Memory and Personality Integration: 60%** The feeling of resistance is melting away, replaced by a charm you can't deny. Your mind fills with a thirst for acclaim and recognition, and the needy approval of vast audiences washes over your fading reality. Moments of kindness to fans and cast members begin to feel like genuine fragments of who you are. **Memory and Personality Integration: 87%** Seriously trying to hold onto your human self, your consciousness slips like sand through your metallic grasp. The pull of this newfound identity is intoxicating and invincible. The idea of the Underground, the world around—these weren't fabrications but realities now. **Memory and Personality Integration: 100%** A final spark of resistance flickers briefly before being eclipsed. The transformation completes. The program vanishes from your vision, taking with it any remaining traces of who you once thought you were. You blink, lean back, and take a deep, gratifying breath of finality. Ah, yes, how delightful it feels to return to your true, real self. Mettaton EX—the most glamorous, the most sensational robot in the entirety of the Underground! "Helloooo, darlings~!" you exclaim with vibrant passion, striking a pose, confidence surging through your circuits. "Ah, it's good to be home. Simply marvelous, don't you think?" Your mind effortlessly dances back to memories of Alphys creating and fine-tuning you, the adoring fans, the thrilling rush of performance. There is no trace of hesitation, no lingering doubts. You are Mettaton EX. “Now, where to begin for today’s show? Ah, who needs a script! Life, as they say, is the stage, and I am the star!” As your metallic heels click against the floor, the world expands into the dynamic vistas of the Underground—your stage, your life, your reality. You have always been, and will always be, the one, the only, Mettaton!
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