"Awakening of Mii Brawler: Embracing a New Reality"
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The first thing John noticed was the eerie change in the air. It was as if the wind had taken on a different rhythm, whispering secrets to the leaves in a language he could almost but not quite understand. He blinked, trying to shake off the disorientation as he put down his copy of "Super Smash Bros Ultimate: Strategy Guide."
His head throbbed slightly, and he rubbed at his temples. 'Just fatigue,' he thought initially. However, when he looked down again, he found his clothes—jeans and a T-shirt—starting to morph. The fabric rippled like water, shifting hue until it settled into a vibrant red and black. Extra padding materialized on his forearms and shins, and a sturdy brown belt with a gleaming golden buckle inscribed with the word "Mii" fastened around his waist.
John's heart hammered in his chest as he tried to stand up, only to stumble slightly. His legs had shortened, and his perspective of the world around him had tilted ever so subtly. His height was now a consistent 5.3 feet. He ran a hand through his hair, which had become a glossy, jet-black cascade that fell smoothly around his head. A glance at his reflection in the nearby window showed not the face he had known for 30 years, but one with a stern, determined expression accentuated by a stronger jawline and a hint of muscle around the neck and shoulders.
His voice came out gruffer, more assertive, when he whispered, "What's happening to me?"
With each breath, his body felt more robust, more resilient. His chest and shoulders bolstered slightly with muscle that hadn't been there moments before. It was like watching a sped-up video of his transformation, each change happening too quickly and smoothly to track individually but leaving an undeniable, altered whole.
The world around him shimmered as if viewed through a heat haze. His living room melted and re-formed, its colors more vivid, its angles sharper, turning into a familiar battleground from the game. Platforms floated in mid-air, and stage hazards blinked ominously in the background. Desperately, John tried to cling to his waning sense of reality.
"No, this can't be real," he murmured, feeling his memories slip through his mental fingers like sand. He saw his childhood home, his parents, his friends—all replaced by visions of countless battles alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. His memories waged war with themselves: one fighting to preserve his human life, the other overwriting it with the existence of a seasoned fighter.
The final surrender came when a vivid memory surfaced: a fiery battle against Bowser in the heart of Final Destination. As the image settled, the last vestige of his humanity tried to scream, but it was drowned out by the certainty in his heart that he was, and always had been, Mii Brawler.
He straightened up, discarding the remnants of his old self. This was no nightmare or fever dream; it was his reality. His name, his purpose—it was all clear now. Mii Brawler looked around, a fierce smile curving on his lips.
"There you are," called Mii Swordfighter, walking towards him. "You were daydreaming again. Ready for another match?"
Mii Brawler clenched his fists, feeling the power and purpose in each knuckle. "Always ready," he replied, fond memories of the days they’d trained together coming to the forefront of his mind.
As he squared his stance and prepared for the next bout, the final traces of John dissolved into the fabric of this new reality. Who he had been before no longer mattered. The world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate beckoned, and Mii Brawler was ready to answer its call.
This story was generated by user WhyMeei 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 turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (a video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts and is then pushed out of her crotch to turn into testicles and a penis; but this is optional and only necessary if the reader is a female, and the gender does not change if the reader is male before the transformation into Mii Brawler), body change (long black hair, a more stern masculine expression, voice change, slight muscle growth, and slight height change to 5.3 feet (160 centimeters) tall), clothes change (the reader's clothes becoming a standard red-and-black-colored Mii Brawler outfit with extra padding on the forearms and shins, and a trademark brown belt with the word "Mii" embedded in the golden buckle), age change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with Mii Brawler's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting the new personality and memories off, making him forget all about his previous self and remember that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, thus he knew that he was always Mii Brawler).
Response: The first thing John noticed was the eerie change in the air. It was as if the wind had taken on a different rhythm, whispering secrets to the leaves in a language he could almost but not quite understand. He blinked, trying to shake off the disorientation as he put down his copy of "Super Smash Bros Ultimate: Strategy Guide." His head throbbed slightly, and he rubbed at his temples. 'Just fatigue,' he thought initially. However, when he looked down again, he found his clothes—jeans and a T-shirt—starting to morph. The fabric rippled like water, shifting hue until it settled into a vibrant red and black. Extra padding materialized on his forearms and shins, and a sturdy brown belt with a gleaming golden buckle inscribed with the word "Mii" fastened around his waist. John's heart hammered in his chest as he tried to stand up, only to stumble slightly. His legs had shortened, and his perspective of the world around him had tilted ever so subtly. His height was now a consistent 5.3 feet. He ran a hand through his hair, which had become a glossy, jet-black cascade that fell smoothly around his head. A glance at his reflection in the nearby window showed not the face he had known for 30 years, but one with a stern, determined expression accentuated by a stronger jawline and a hint of muscle around the neck and shoulders. His voice came out gruffer, more assertive, when he whispered, "What's happening to me?" With each breath, his body felt more robust, more resilient. His chest and shoulders bolstered slightly with muscle that hadn't been there moments before. It was like watching a sped-up video of his transformation, each change happening too quickly and smoothly to track individually but leaving an undeniable, altered whole. The world around him shimmered as if viewed through a heat haze. His living room melted and re-formed, its colors more vivid, its angles sharper, turning into a familiar battleground from the game. Platforms floated in mid-air, and stage hazards blinked ominously in the background. Desperately, John tried to cling to his waning sense of reality. "No, this can't be real," he murmured, feeling his memories slip through his mental fingers like sand. He saw his childhood home, his parents, his friends—all replaced by visions of countless battles alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. His memories waged war with themselves: one fighting to preserve his human life, the other overwriting it with the existence of a seasoned fighter. The final surrender came when a vivid memory surfaced: a fiery battle against Bowser in the heart of Final Destination. As the image settled, the last vestige of his humanity tried to scream, but it was drowned out by the certainty in his heart that he was, and always had been, Mii Brawler. He straightened up, discarding the remnants of his old self. This was no nightmare or fever dream; it was his reality. His name, his purpose—it was all clear now. Mii Brawler looked around, a fierce smile curving on his lips. "There you are," called Mii Swordfighter, walking towards him. "You were daydreaming again. Ready for another match?" Mii Brawler clenched his fists, feeling the power and purpose in each knuckle. "Always ready," he replied, fond memories of the days they’d trained together coming to the forefront of his mind. As he squared his stance and prepared for the next bout, the final traces of John dissolved into the fabric of this new reality. Who he had been before no longer mattered. The world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate beckoned, and Mii Brawler was ready to answer its call.
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