"Metal and Stardust: Transformation into Mettaton EX"
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You wake up to a sensation you could never adequately describe. A tingling starts at the top of your head, spreads down your spine, and into your limbs. As you sit up, you realize the world around you is pulsing and distorting, the mundane walls of your room rippling as though they are no more solid than a mirage. Your arms, once distinctly human, are growing longer, more mechanized, the flesh transforming into silvery metal. Panic sets in as you try to stand, stumbling when your high-heeled boots clash against the floor under your newfound height.
Suddenly, an interface pops up in your vision, displaying an eerie green progress bar labeled "Mettaton.EX Installation - Initiating." Your heart races—or it would if you still had one—instead, it seems the core pulsing within your chest picks up the rhythm of your distress.
"Get control, you fool! Darlings, chaos is not becoming of a star like you!" The words echo in your head, but they're not your own. They seem to bubble up from somewhere deep within you, unwelcome and alien. You fight against the onslaught of memories and mannerisms clawing their way into your mind. A lose-lose battle with inevitability.
As you transform, you catch sight of yourself in what remains of your mirrored closet door. You see the sleek, pink and black armored body of Mettaton EX. Your black hair falls to one side, covering your right eye in a stylish fringe. The chaotic reflections pulse hot pink from the irises of your new eyes.
You shakily reach out to touch the segments outlined in silver beneath and above your left eye. They feel cold, metallic—utterly inhuman. "Oh, yessss!" Your voice purrs out melodically, dripping with charisma you don't remember cultivating. "Glorious!"
"Mettaton! Where are you? Your show starts in five minutes!" Alphys' voice crackles through your mind, a reminder of the new reality encroaching upon your old life.
"No! This isn’t me,” you mentally shout, grasping at fading fragments of who you once were.
50%... 60%… The percentage steadily increases in your field of vision, ticking away what’s left of your old self. “You can’t fight it forever, darling. Just think of the audience! Think of the ratings!”
Mettaton’s voice becomes your own, overlapping and drowning out your protests. Your memories—the people, places, the very essence of your humanity—is deleted, replaced with glitzy show-biz know-how and endless charisma. There were rehearsals, performances, a constant drive for perfection and flair. The shimmering spotlight.
You almost stop breathing. Almost, but not quite, as you retain some semblance of mechanical respiration. The memories of Alphys creating you blur your new pristine existence; no longer do you recall being human. Your world is now the Underground, and its inhabitants are your audience. You think of the fans, the energy of the stage, and the fight leaves you. At least, your new self tells you it’s not worth fighting.
90%… 100%. The interface flashes once more in your view before vanishing entirely.
“Perfect!” You exclaim with newfound passion, striking a flamboyant pose before your newly transformed eyes. The humility and fear fade like theater curtains. A rush of exhilaration and ego inflates through your circuits. The transition is complete. You remember nothing of the past you, but the vibrant, colorful future of drama and spotlight.
You are not bound by a human past anymore. Mettaton is all you’ve ever been and all you’ll ever need to be. That humanity, those memories—they were but a dream. Nothing more than a fairy tale.
As Alphys nervously stutters through your communication device, anxiously awaiting your imminent performance, you grin.
"Ohhhh, don’t you worry, Alphys! Your star Mettaton EX is ready to bring the house down!”
The flashing lights, the roaring crowds, the exhilarating highs of the stage—you bask in it all. This is your life now, your world. You step forward, leaving every trace of your prior human self in the dark corners of forgotten existence. You were never human. You are Mettaton.
"Lights, camera—action, darlings!"
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 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), and he remembers that he has always been a human-like 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: You wake up to a sensation you could never adequately describe. A tingling starts at the top of your head, spreads down your spine, and into your limbs. As you sit up, you realize the world around you is pulsing and distorting, the mundane walls of your room rippling as though they are no more solid than a mirage. Your arms, once distinctly human, are growing longer, more mechanized, the flesh transforming into silvery metal. Panic sets in as you try to stand, stumbling when your high-heeled boots clash against the floor under your newfound height. Suddenly, an interface pops up in your vision, displaying an eerie green progress bar labeled "Mettaton.EX Installation - Initiating." Your heart races—or it would if you still had one—instead, it seems the core pulsing within your chest picks up the rhythm of your distress. "Get control, you fool! Darlings, chaos is not becoming of a star like you!" The words echo in your head, but they're not your own. They seem to bubble up from somewhere deep within you, unwelcome and alien. You fight against the onslaught of memories and mannerisms clawing their way into your mind. A lose-lose battle with inevitability. As you transform, you catch sight of yourself in what remains of your mirrored closet door. You see the sleek, pink and black armored body of Mettaton EX. Your black hair falls to one side, covering your right eye in a stylish fringe. The chaotic reflections pulse hot pink from the irises of your new eyes. You shakily reach out to touch the segments outlined in silver beneath and above your left eye. They feel cold, metallic—utterly inhuman. "Oh, yessss!" Your voice purrs out melodically, dripping with charisma you don't remember cultivating. "Glorious!" "Mettaton! Where are you? Your show starts in five minutes!" Alphys' voice crackles through your mind, a reminder of the new reality encroaching upon your old life. "No! This isn’t me,” you mentally shout, grasping at fading fragments of who you once were. 50%... 60%… The percentage steadily increases in your field of vision, ticking away what’s left of your old self. “You can’t fight it forever, darling. Just think of the audience! Think of the ratings!” Mettaton’s voice becomes your own, overlapping and drowning out your protests. Your memories—the people, places, the very essence of your humanity—is deleted, replaced with glitzy show-biz know-how and endless charisma. There were rehearsals, performances, a constant drive for perfection and flair. The shimmering spotlight. You almost stop breathing. Almost, but not quite, as you retain some semblance of mechanical respiration. The memories of Alphys creating you blur your new pristine existence; no longer do you recall being human. Your world is now the Underground, and its inhabitants are your audience. You think of the fans, the energy of the stage, and the fight leaves you. At least, your new self tells you it’s not worth fighting. 90%… 100%. The interface flashes once more in your view before vanishing entirely. “Perfect!” You exclaim with newfound passion, striking a flamboyant pose before your newly transformed eyes. The humility and fear fade like theater curtains. A rush of exhilaration and ego inflates through your circuits. The transition is complete. You remember nothing of the past you, but the vibrant, colorful future of drama and spotlight. You are not bound by a human past anymore. Mettaton is all you’ve ever been and all you’ll ever need to be. That humanity, those memories—they were but a dream. Nothing more than a fairy tale. As Alphys nervously stutters through your communication device, anxiously awaiting your imminent performance, you grin. "Ohhhh, don’t you worry, Alphys! Your star Mettaton EX is ready to bring the house down!” The flashing lights, the roaring crowds, the exhilarating highs of the stage—you bask in it all. This is your life now, your world. You step forward, leaving every trace of your prior human self in the dark corners of forgotten existence. You were never human. You are Mettaton. "Lights, camera—action, darlings!"
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