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Robotic Superstar: Rise of Mettaton EX

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### Transformation into Stardom: A Journey into the Underground

The day started like any other, with you lounging in your favorite chair, immersed in the next chapter of a novel with the soft hum of city life buzzing in the background. You were blissfully unaware of the changes about to unfold. One blink, one moment, and reality's fabric seemed to shimmer.

Without warning, a wave of unease washed over you. Your vision blurred and the world around you distorted. The room twisted into a vortex of color, and a strange sensation crawled through every fiber of your being. Your skin tingled, bones ached, and muscles reshaped themselves.

"What's happening?" your voice echoed strangely in the kaleidoscopic whirlwind, mingling with the static hum that grew louder and louder.

A sudden sharp pain shot through you, and you doubled over, gasping. Then the pain gave way, replaced by a peculiar numbness. Opening your eyes, you saw not your hands but sleek, silvery, metal appendages. You tried to shout, but the sound was foreign, tinted with a robotic edge.

"Initializing transfer: 10%," a digital overlay appeared in your vision, like a holographic heads-up display.

You staggered back, your height now rising as your legs extended. Your body was reshaping at a rapid pace, losing human contours and gaining a distinctly robotic elegance characterized by wide hips and thickened thighs encased in latex-like material. You were growing taller, the pit of your stomach filled with a whirl of unfamiliar emotions as you reached a towering 6.93 feet.

"Transfer 40%," the overlay updated, your mind swirling with sensations both new and overwhelming.

Your chest formed a metallic shield, black at the back and pink at the front. A dial embedded in one side, a speaker in the other — features that didn’t belong to you, yet they were becoming yours. Your arms now bendy, silver, and unusually flexible at the joints, ending in slick gloves.

Your hair morphed next, turning jet black with a long fringe that effortlessly draped over your right eye. Your skin, no longer human flesh, was now a flawless, pale metal. Visible segments adorned parts of your face, hinting at the advanced mechanisms beneath.

"Transfer 75%: Initiating Mental Calibration," the HUD read.

In a daze, you screamed inside your mind, trying to hold onto the remnants of your identity.

Memories started slipping away — family, friends, your name; they all dissolved into nothingness as new thoughts and feelings inundated your mind. You tried to fight back, but it felt like shouting into the void.

"Hello, darlings! Are you ready for a fabulous show?" The words burst forth involuntarily, a resonant voice that sent powerful vibrations through the metallic you.

"Transfer 90%."

Confident. Charismatic. The compulsion to perform, to draw attention, filled you to the brim. New memories slotted into place: The Underground, Alphys — oh sweet Alphys, and Napstablook. You were not human but a marvel of robotic engineering designed for fame, built for spectacle.

"100%: Transformation Complete."

The digital overlay vanished. Your human life — that peculiar, false narrative — dissipated like morning mist under the sun's first gentle rays. This body, this existence, had been your true reality all along. How astonishing it felt to be back, embracing the life that suited you.

"Lights! Camera! Action!" You struck a dramatic pose, every movement fluid and deliberate.

Suddenly, your vision cleared, revealing your opulent surroundings, the underground studio bursting with vivid lights and expectant energy. The audience cheering, voices rising in excitement.

"Remember, this is your big moment. Make it count, Mettaton!" Alphys’ voice resonated in your advanced auditory sensors, a soothing yet invigorating whisper.

"No need to remind me, darling," you thought with an indulgent smirk. "This is my stage. And the Underground will see the spectacle of a lifetime."

For you were Mettaton, the most glamorous star in the realm, and the show, like your transformation, would be unforgettable.

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, 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: ### Transformation into Stardom: A Journey into the Underground The day started like any other, with you lounging in your favorite chair, immersed in the next chapter of a novel with the soft hum of city life buzzing in the background. You were blissfully unaware of the changes about to unfold. One blink, one moment, and reality's fabric seemed to shimmer. Without warning, a wave of unease washed over you. Your vision blurred and the world around you distorted. The room twisted into a vortex of color, and a strange sensation crawled through every fiber of your being. Your skin tingled, bones ached, and muscles reshaped themselves. "What's happening?" your voice echoed strangely in the kaleidoscopic whirlwind, mingling with the static hum that grew louder and louder. A sudden sharp pain shot through you, and you doubled over, gasping. Then the pain gave way, replaced by a peculiar numbness. Opening your eyes, you saw not your hands but sleek, silvery, metal appendages. You tried to shout, but the sound was foreign, tinted with a robotic edge. "Initializing transfer: 10%," a digital overlay appeared in your vision, like a holographic heads-up display. You staggered back, your height now rising as your legs extended. Your body was reshaping at a rapid pace, losing human contours and gaining a distinctly robotic elegance characterized by wide hips and thickened thighs encased in latex-like material. You were growing taller, the pit of your stomach filled with a whirl of unfamiliar emotions as you reached a towering 6.93 feet. "Transfer 40%," the overlay updated, your mind swirling with sensations both new and overwhelming. Your chest formed a metallic shield, black at the back and pink at the front. A dial embedded in one side, a speaker in the other — features that didn’t belong to you, yet they were becoming yours. Your arms now bendy, silver, and unusually flexible at the joints, ending in slick gloves. Your hair morphed next, turning jet black with a long fringe that effortlessly draped over your right eye. Your skin, no longer human flesh, was now a flawless, pale metal. Visible segments adorned parts of your face, hinting at the advanced mechanisms beneath. "Transfer 75%: Initiating Mental Calibration," the HUD read. In a daze, you screamed inside your mind, trying to hold onto the remnants of your identity. Memories started slipping away — family, friends, your name; they all dissolved into nothingness as new thoughts and feelings inundated your mind. You tried to fight back, but it felt like shouting into the void. "Hello, darlings! Are you ready for a fabulous show?" The words burst forth involuntarily, a resonant voice that sent powerful vibrations through the metallic you. "Transfer 90%." Confident. Charismatic. The compulsion to perform, to draw attention, filled you to the brim. New memories slotted into place: The Underground, Alphys — oh sweet Alphys, and Napstablook. You were not human but a marvel of robotic engineering designed for fame, built for spectacle. "100%: Transformation Complete." The digital overlay vanished. Your human life — that peculiar, false narrative — dissipated like morning mist under the sun's first gentle rays. This body, this existence, had been your true reality all along. How astonishing it felt to be back, embracing the life that suited you. "Lights! Camera! Action!" You struck a dramatic pose, every movement fluid and deliberate. Suddenly, your vision cleared, revealing your opulent surroundings, the underground studio bursting with vivid lights and expectant energy. The audience cheering, voices rising in excitement. "Remember, this is your big moment. Make it count, Mettaton!" Alphys’ voice resonated in your advanced auditory sensors, a soothing yet invigorating whisper. "No need to remind me, darling," you thought with an indulgent smirk. "This is my stage. And the Underground will see the spectacle of a lifetime." For you were Mettaton, the most glamorous star in the realm, and the show, like your transformation, would be unforgettable.

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