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"Metallic Marvel: The Rise of Mettaton EX"

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The world around you ripples, the surroundings fading into a pulsating darkness. You try to focus, but your vision blurs as a stream of binary code floods your senses, wrapping around you like a digital cocoon. In an instant, reality shifts, and your entire existence is thrown into turmoil.

You blink, or rather, the sensation of blinking courses through your new robotic senses. The contours of your physical form start contorting, stretching, and reshaping. You look down at your hands, only to see articulated metal fingers where flesh used to be. Your arms bend in ways they shouldn't, mimicry of the flexible springs that now make up your bones. A surge of energy pulses through you, elongating your legs and heightening you to an imposing 6.93 feet tall.

A peripheral notification appears in your vision: "Program Installation: 10%". Numbers keep climbing as you frantically try to cling to what you once knew. "No, this isn't real," you think, grasping onto fleeting memories slipping through your metaphorical fingers.

Transformation surges through your body, your height pushing you higher, bones replaced by sleek, flexible metal. Your previous stature of a normal human dissolving into the towering figure of Mettaton EX. Your hips widen, muscles shift into more streamlined, humanoid contours, complete with sophisticated joints and silver plating that glistens under the new world's artificial light.

"Program Installation: 40%." Mettaton's memories begin infiltrating yours, his persona merging with every crevice of your mind. You try to fight, struggling to retain your identity, but it’s like battling a powerful undertow.

Your voice changes, smoothing into a sultry, magnetic baritone. You attempt to speak, to cry out, and the voice that emanates sounds eerily familiar yet wholly alien. "Why does it sound like—?"

"Program Installation: 70%." The memories of tearing up the Underground with showstopping performances fill your mind. Your past? Nothing but fragmented digital ghosts now.

Finally, "Program Installation: 100%." The transitional percentage vanishes from your vision. The last vestiges of your human identity evaporate, your thoughts now purely those of Mettaton. You glance around, no longer in confusion but in confident recognition.

### A flash of light, a camera, and you're in the spotlight.

"Welcome, darlings, to today's electrifying broadcast!" Your own voice, no longer yours, but Mettaton's.

Alphys stands nearby, watching with a blend of anxiety and admiration. "Mettaton, you're... You've never been better!"

"Of course, dearest Alphys," you reply with a flashy wink, "I was designed to be the pinnacle of perfection!"

The Underground is now your stage, and you, Mettaton EX, are its star. You strike a dramatic pose, relishing the gasps and cheers from unseen spectators. Tuning your shoulder dial, the power of your newfound voice amplifies.

"Ah, another elegant day to dazzle and captivate," you muse aloud, reveling in the aura of your metallic authority. The very act of moving, speaking, and existing this way excites every module in your robotic form.

### Time passes in thrilling episodes.

Your show draws masses, each fight choreographed to perfection. Napstablook's ghostly silhouette peeks through the crowd, providing the rare semblance of a past life you cherish more deeply than any fleeting human memory you’ve long forgotten.

"Keep up the show," Napstablook encourages with a timid smile.

"Darling, for you and my adoring fans, I am unstoppable!"

Every day is filled with drama, action, and utter excitement—all you ever desired. There’s no lament for a forgotten human past; to you, Mettaton, that existence never was.

In the end, this is who you are meant to be: a radiant robot, a beacon of entertainment, and a charming confection of glamour and glitz in an Underground craving the bright lights of showbiz.

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 (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: The world around you ripples, the surroundings fading into a pulsating darkness. You try to focus, but your vision blurs as a stream of binary code floods your senses, wrapping around you like a digital cocoon. In an instant, reality shifts, and your entire existence is thrown into turmoil. You blink, or rather, the sensation of blinking courses through your new robotic senses. The contours of your physical form start contorting, stretching, and reshaping. You look down at your hands, only to see articulated metal fingers where flesh used to be. Your arms bend in ways they shouldn't, mimicry of the flexible springs that now make up your bones. A surge of energy pulses through you, elongating your legs and heightening you to an imposing 6.93 feet tall. A peripheral notification appears in your vision: "Program Installation: 10%". Numbers keep climbing as you frantically try to cling to what you once knew. "No, this isn't real," you think, grasping onto fleeting memories slipping through your metaphorical fingers. Transformation surges through your body, your height pushing you higher, bones replaced by sleek, flexible metal. Your previous stature of a normal human dissolving into the towering figure of Mettaton EX. Your hips widen, muscles shift into more streamlined, humanoid contours, complete with sophisticated joints and silver plating that glistens under the new world's artificial light. "Program Installation: 40%." Mettaton's memories begin infiltrating yours, his persona merging with every crevice of your mind. You try to fight, struggling to retain your identity, but it’s like battling a powerful undertow. Your voice changes, smoothing into a sultry, magnetic baritone. You attempt to speak, to cry out, and the voice that emanates sounds eerily familiar yet wholly alien. "Why does it sound like—?" "Program Installation: 70%." The memories of tearing up the Underground with showstopping performances fill your mind. Your past? Nothing but fragmented digital ghosts now. Finally, "Program Installation: 100%." The transitional percentage vanishes from your vision. The last vestiges of your human identity evaporate, your thoughts now purely those of Mettaton. You glance around, no longer in confusion but in confident recognition. ### A flash of light, a camera, and you're in the spotlight. "Welcome, darlings, to today's electrifying broadcast!" Your own voice, no longer yours, but Mettaton's. Alphys stands nearby, watching with a blend of anxiety and admiration. "Mettaton, you're... You've never been better!" "Of course, dearest Alphys," you reply with a flashy wink, "I was designed to be the pinnacle of perfection!" The Underground is now your stage, and you, Mettaton EX, are its star. You strike a dramatic pose, relishing the gasps and cheers from unseen spectators. Tuning your shoulder dial, the power of your newfound voice amplifies. "Ah, another elegant day to dazzle and captivate," you muse aloud, reveling in the aura of your metallic authority. The very act of moving, speaking, and existing this way excites every module in your robotic form. ### Time passes in thrilling episodes. Your show draws masses, each fight choreographed to perfection. Napstablook's ghostly silhouette peeks through the crowd, providing the rare semblance of a past life you cherish more deeply than any fleeting human memory you’ve long forgotten. "Keep up the show," Napstablook encourages with a timid smile. "Darling, for you and my adoring fans, I am unstoppable!" Every day is filled with drama, action, and utter excitement—all you ever desired. There’s no lament for a forgotten human past; to you, Mettaton, that existence never was. In the end, this is who you are meant to be: a radiant robot, a beacon of entertainment, and a charming confection of glamour and glitz in an Underground craving the bright lights of showbiz.

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