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"The Enigmatic Transformation of Mettaton: A Radiant Rebirth"

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You find yourself sitting comfortably in your room, the familiar surroundings bringing you a sense of peace. Your eyes scan the pages of your favorite book, lost in the world of fantasy and adventure. Suddenly, your vision blurs and a sharp, searing pain shoots through your entire body. You drop the book as an overpowering force lifts you from your seat. Panic grips your heart as you look down to see your hands turning into reflective metallic appendages.

Your head whips around, seeking a mirror, and when you find one, the reflection staring back is alien. Shiny, bendable silver arms, long black legs ending in pink high-heeled boots, and a visage that is undeniably not human – it’s the face of Mettaton EX! A long fringe covers your right eye, your irises glow hot pink, and a speaker resides where your right pec should be. A systematic voice echoes inside your head:

"Program Installation... 1%."

"No, this can't be happening," you think, terror spreading as you realize the drastic changes happening to your body. You find yourself growing, your height increasing until you tower at nearly seven feet. Your once human form is becoming more defined and robotic, the transformation irreversible.

"25%," the voice coldly informs you. Your mental state starts to shudder, memories of your past life flickering like a faulty hologram. You clutch at your head with your flexible, segmented fingers, trying to hold onto precious fragments of your identity.

"What's happening? I have to stop this!" Your voice sounds different, more mechanical, more... charmingly confident, yet you struggle against it.

"50%."

The program doesn't relent as it uploads more of Mettaton's memories into your mind. You recall hosting extravagant shows, basking in the adoration and cheers of countless fans. Your love for drama, your desire to entertain, it all starts to feel so right, even as you fight desperately against the foreign thoughts.

"No, I am myself. I am—"

"75%."

The memories intensify. You can see Napstablook, Alphys, the Underground. Their images drown your personal memories. Your human past is fading, slipping away like sand through mechanical fingers.

"90%."

You’re losing the battle; the charismatic, egotistical personality of Mettaton is taking over. You can feel the exhilaration of posing dramatically, the absolute thrill of grandeur and applause. What was it you were fighting for again? The thought escapes you.

"99%."

Just a sliver of your humanity remains as the installation nears completion. You don’t want to forget, but the overwhelming cascade of code and memories is almost too intoxicating to resist.

"100%."

The voice fades, and with it, your fight. Your head stops throbbing, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. A confident smile spreads across your metallic face. You strike a dramatic pose and say:

"OH YES! THE WORLD NEEDED A STAR, AND HERE I AM!"

You completely forget who you once were. Your only memories are those of Mettaton, the glamorous TV host and sensation of the Underground. The room you stand in morphs into the bright stage of your dreams, ready for your next big performance. You stride forward, reveling in the attention you know awaits.

Frisk stares up at you, uncertainty in their eyes. You laugh, your voice blasting through your pec speaker, "WELCOME DARLINGS! ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT'S DRAMA? BECAUSE I, THE FABULOUS METTATON, AM HERE TO GIVE YOU THE PERFORMANCE OF A LIFETIME!"

You no longer remember the quiet human life you led before. Mettaton is who you are now, and there's no turning back. Ready to dazzle the Underground, you prepare for the show, every inch the splendid star you’ve come to embrace.

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 the POV transformation story of a human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (a 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: You find yourself sitting comfortably in your room, the familiar surroundings bringing you a sense of peace. Your eyes scan the pages of your favorite book, lost in the world of fantasy and adventure. Suddenly, your vision blurs and a sharp, searing pain shoots through your entire body. You drop the book as an overpowering force lifts you from your seat. Panic grips your heart as you look down to see your hands turning into reflective metallic appendages. Your head whips around, seeking a mirror, and when you find one, the reflection staring back is alien. Shiny, bendable silver arms, long black legs ending in pink high-heeled boots, and a visage that is undeniably not human – it’s the face of Mettaton EX! A long fringe covers your right eye, your irises glow hot pink, and a speaker resides where your right pec should be. A systematic voice echoes inside your head: "Program Installation... 1%." "No, this can't be happening," you think, terror spreading as you realize the drastic changes happening to your body. You find yourself growing, your height increasing until you tower at nearly seven feet. Your once human form is becoming more defined and robotic, the transformation irreversible. "25%," the voice coldly informs you. Your mental state starts to shudder, memories of your past life flickering like a faulty hologram. You clutch at your head with your flexible, segmented fingers, trying to hold onto precious fragments of your identity. "What's happening? I have to stop this!" Your voice sounds different, more mechanical, more... charmingly confident, yet you struggle against it. "50%." The program doesn't relent as it uploads more of Mettaton's memories into your mind. You recall hosting extravagant shows, basking in the adoration and cheers of countless fans. Your love for drama, your desire to entertain, it all starts to feel so right, even as you fight desperately against the foreign thoughts. "No, I am myself. I am—" "75%." The memories intensify. You can see Napstablook, Alphys, the Underground. Their images drown your personal memories. Your human past is fading, slipping away like sand through mechanical fingers. "90%." You’re losing the battle; the charismatic, egotistical personality of Mettaton is taking over. You can feel the exhilaration of posing dramatically, the absolute thrill of grandeur and applause. What was it you were fighting for again? The thought escapes you. "99%." Just a sliver of your humanity remains as the installation nears completion. You don’t want to forget, but the overwhelming cascade of code and memories is almost too intoxicating to resist. "100%." The voice fades, and with it, your fight. Your head stops throbbing, and you stare at yourself in the mirror. A confident smile spreads across your metallic face. You strike a dramatic pose and say: "OH YES! THE WORLD NEEDED A STAR, AND HERE I AM!" You completely forget who you once were. Your only memories are those of Mettaton, the glamorous TV host and sensation of the Underground. The room you stand in morphs into the bright stage of your dreams, ready for your next big performance. You stride forward, reveling in the attention you know awaits. Frisk stares up at you, uncertainty in their eyes. You laugh, your voice blasting through your pec speaker, "WELCOME DARLINGS! ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT'S DRAMA? BECAUSE I, THE FABULOUS METTATON, AM HERE TO GIVE YOU THE PERFORMANCE OF A LIFETIME!" You no longer remember the quiet human life you led before. Mettaton is who you are now, and there's no turning back. Ready to dazzle the Underground, you prepare for the show, every inch the splendid star you’ve come to embrace.

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