"Metallic Stardust: Transformation into Mettaton EX"
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The air around you shimmers, crackles with an electric tinge, as you hold the "Undertale" game in your hands. The world begins to spin, faster and faster, until all you see is a whirlwind of colors blending together.
"Wait, what’s happening?" you mutter, dropping the game.
Suddenly, there's a sharp jolt, like lightning running through your veins. A burning sensation floods your body, coursing through every nerve. You crumple to the floor, trying to scream, but no sound escapes your lips. Your skin starts to feel…odd, metallic.
Your vision blurs, shifts. The room around you – your cozy, human room – melts away, replaced by the corridors of the Underground. Familiar from the game, yet unnervingly real. Then you notice your hands. They’ve turned silver, fingers elongating, becoming more articulated. The initial shock nearly overwhelms you, but you try to stay calm.
"What…is this?" Your voice sounds strange, more robotic.
Suddenly, data streams flood your vision, text and numbers overlaying reality.
**INSTALLATION: 10%**
A shiver runs down your spine, or what should have been your spine. You reach up, feeling the contours of your face, the segments of metal. Panic starts to set in as you realize your body is morphing beyond your control. There’s a pinch on your hips as they widen, your thighs thickening.
**INSTALLATION: 25%**
“No... Not this, anything but this!” you think.
With increasing urgency, you try to hold on to your humanity, but the changes advance relentlessly. You gain height, stretching upwards till the world seems smaller around you. Your voice becomes more melodic, smooth, the perfect tone for a show host.
**INSTALLATION: 50%**
"Fight it… remember... remember who you are…" you think desperately.
Nevertheless, the onslaught continues. Your human memories flicker and twist before fading, bit by bit. You’re lifted by unseen forces, pirouetting in mid-air as your body adapts a statuesque pose. A dark fringe falls over your right eye, while your cheeks harden into a metallic sheen. A sense of elegance and grandeur sweeps over you.
**INSTALLATION: 75%**
You still hold onto a shred of yourself—your name, your past life, your hobbies. Your consciousness screams silently amidst the new coding that fills your mind.
Then, it happens. The final overwrite.
**INSTALLATION: 100%**
The program finalizes with an assuring click. Your memories, personality, everything that made you 'you' vanishes. Mettaton's charming persona installs flawlessly, unchallenged. Any recollection of a human existence is wiped clean.
You blink. “Darling!” Your voice rings out, echoing through the corridors. You strike a pose instinctively, feeling the adoration of an imaginary audience wash over you.
Who you were before? It’s inconceivable. That life – if it ever existed – feels like a distant dream. Reality asserts that you are Mettaton, the finest showman the Underground has ever seen.
Strutting down the halls, you feel a thrumming excitement. The charisma, the allure, the love for the spotlight propels you onward. "This Underground is just begging for some drama, and I'm more than ready to deliver!" You declare affirmingly.
Switching on a nearby screen, you catch a glimpse of your hot pink eyes gleaming back at you. That confident smirk, the powerful aura - it was always there, wasn’t it? You were built for this, after all.
You reminisce about Alphys, her clumsy brilliance in creating you, and Napstablook. The soft spots in your heart program recall the connections fondly.
With a flick of your wrist, you prepare your next great performance. The Underground wouldn't know what hit them tonight.
"Lights! Camera! ACTION!" you exclaim, brimming with purpose, ready to steal the show and every monster's hearts.
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 (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: The air around you shimmers, crackles with an electric tinge, as you hold the "Undertale" game in your hands. The world begins to spin, faster and faster, until all you see is a whirlwind of colors blending together. "Wait, what’s happening?" you mutter, dropping the game. Suddenly, there's a sharp jolt, like lightning running through your veins. A burning sensation floods your body, coursing through every nerve. You crumple to the floor, trying to scream, but no sound escapes your lips. Your skin starts to feel…odd, metallic. Your vision blurs, shifts. The room around you – your cozy, human room – melts away, replaced by the corridors of the Underground. Familiar from the game, yet unnervingly real. Then you notice your hands. They’ve turned silver, fingers elongating, becoming more articulated. The initial shock nearly overwhelms you, but you try to stay calm. "What…is this?" Your voice sounds strange, more robotic. Suddenly, data streams flood your vision, text and numbers overlaying reality. **INSTALLATION: 10%** A shiver runs down your spine, or what should have been your spine. You reach up, feeling the contours of your face, the segments of metal. Panic starts to set in as you realize your body is morphing beyond your control. There’s a pinch on your hips as they widen, your thighs thickening. **INSTALLATION: 25%** “No... Not this, anything but this!” you think. With increasing urgency, you try to hold on to your humanity, but the changes advance relentlessly. You gain height, stretching upwards till the world seems smaller around you. Your voice becomes more melodic, smooth, the perfect tone for a show host. **INSTALLATION: 50%** "Fight it… remember... remember who you are…" you think desperately. Nevertheless, the onslaught continues. Your human memories flicker and twist before fading, bit by bit. You’re lifted by unseen forces, pirouetting in mid-air as your body adapts a statuesque pose. A dark fringe falls over your right eye, while your cheeks harden into a metallic sheen. A sense of elegance and grandeur sweeps over you. **INSTALLATION: 75%** You still hold onto a shred of yourself—your name, your past life, your hobbies. Your consciousness screams silently amidst the new coding that fills your mind. Then, it happens. The final overwrite. **INSTALLATION: 100%** The program finalizes with an assuring click. Your memories, personality, everything that made you 'you' vanishes. Mettaton's charming persona installs flawlessly, unchallenged. Any recollection of a human existence is wiped clean. You blink. “Darling!” Your voice rings out, echoing through the corridors. You strike a pose instinctively, feeling the adoration of an imaginary audience wash over you. Who you were before? It’s inconceivable. That life – if it ever existed – feels like a distant dream. Reality asserts that you are Mettaton, the finest showman the Underground has ever seen. Strutting down the halls, you feel a thrumming excitement. The charisma, the allure, the love for the spotlight propels you onward. "This Underground is just begging for some drama, and I'm more than ready to deliver!" You declare affirmingly. Switching on a nearby screen, you catch a glimpse of your hot pink eyes gleaming back at you. That confident smirk, the powerful aura - it was always there, wasn’t it? You were built for this, after all. You reminisce about Alphys, her clumsy brilliance in creating you, and Napstablook. The soft spots in your heart program recall the connections fondly. With a flick of your wrist, you prepare your next great performance. The Underground wouldn't know what hit them tonight. "Lights! Camera! ACTION!" you exclaim, brimming with purpose, ready to steal the show and every monster's hearts.
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