"Forgotten Hero: Luigi's Awakening"
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It was an ordinary day, or so it seemed. You sit comfortably on your favorite recliner, flipping through channels out of habit more than interest. The Xbox controller balances precariously on your knee. A loud, electronic jingle erupted from your phone, interrupting the mundane drone of the TV. Without looking, you swipe and answer.
"Sì, pronto? Chi parla?"
The odd words that leave your mouth shock you. You glance around, expecting to see someone else in the room who might have spoken, but it's just you. An unsettling warmth courses through your body from head to toe. You look down and, under the loose T-shirt and jeans, you notice your limbs starting to shrink.
You attempt to stand, but an invisible force pushes you back into your recliner. "What is happening?" you shout, voice cracking and rising in pitch. Before you can stand up again, the room wavers like a reflection on a disturbed pond. The walls twist and change shape, then morph into bright, vibrant blocks.
“No, no! This isn’t real!” you scream, clutching at your armrest as your body undergoes further changes. Fingers grow plump and cartoonishly large, your arms and legs tapering down to form short, stubby limbs.
"Hey, Luigi! You ready or what?" A voice echoes through the shifting reality, clear and strong. You know it isn't yours; it belongs to someone you recognize but from where?
Your feet shrink, the shoes melding into heavy brown loafers. Next, familiar green-overalls stitch themselves over your shrinking body, pinching and squeezing in place. The weight you feel pulling around your waist confirms your lower belly has grown softer, rounder, giving you a stocky figure.
"What in the Mushroom Kingdom... Argh!" you say, feeling an unfamiliar but natural twang in your speech.
Your eyesight becomes clearer, and you see your reflection in shimmering golden coins that now scatter the ground around you. Your face changes, morphs into something you've known but forgotten—Luigi’s face.
Your reflection, now the face of a much younger, taller, and somewhat portlier figure with a green hat and an "L" staring back at you calmly.
“Boy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” The booming voice of Mario resounds next to you, breaking your train of thought and memory.
“I-I don’t understand! I’m not Luigi!” you protest, or try to. The words come out as nonsensical gibberish to anyone else. You reckon them as your last day holding onto your true self.
“There he goes, speaking gibberish again.” Mario shakes his head, chuckling. “Get a hold of yourself, Luigi! We’ve gotta save Princess Peach!”
The ultimate identity crisis hits you. Fragments of memories bean back like a shell. Plumbing adventures, parties with Mario, and encounters with Bowser overwhelm your thoughts. Your past life feels like a shattered mirror, the pieces irreparably lost.
“Ah, mamma mia! Look, Mario, I don’t think I can do this!” Words slip out naturally. You've stopped resisting, haven't you?
He slaps you on the back with a cheerful grin. “Don’t you worry. With your help, we’ll make it through this one too. Just stay positive.”
You sigh, a mix of exhilaration and resigned acceptance surging through you. The name "Luigi" doesn't just sound natural now—it is who you are.
Your transformation is complete, physically and mentally. Your clumsiness, your good heart, your courage in the face of fear—all Luigi’s qualities feel deeply rooted within you.
Mario, now living color and life, beckons again. “Let’s-a-go, Luigi!”
You nod enthusiastically, the heavy, comforting gloves feeling just right as you fist-bump your older brother. “Let’s-a-go!”
This story was generated by user JesterImp 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 of a male human reader turning into Luigi (from the Super Mario franchise), complete with clothes change, slight weight gain, age progression, height change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Super Mario), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Luigi's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting them, making the reader completely forget all about his past self and remember that he was and always had been Luigi). For Luigi's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a taller, younger brother of Mario, and usually wears a green shirt, dark blue overalls, a pair of cartoonish white gloves, brown plumber shoes, and a green hat with a green "L" insignia. Being the younger twin of Mario, Luigi is presumed to be 24 years old and has a height of 49 inches (4.1 feet or 124.5 centimeters) tall. Although Luigi is a plumber like Mario, other facets of his personality vary from game to game; Luigi always seems nervous and timid, but is good-natured and can keep his temper better than his brother. He is voiced by Charles Martinet. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Response: It was an ordinary day, or so it seemed. You sit comfortably on your favorite recliner, flipping through channels out of habit more than interest. The Xbox controller balances precariously on your knee. A loud, electronic jingle erupted from your phone, interrupting the mundane drone of the TV. Without looking, you swipe and answer. "Sì, pronto? Chi parla?" The odd words that leave your mouth shock you. You glance around, expecting to see someone else in the room who might have spoken, but it's just you. An unsettling warmth courses through your body from head to toe. You look down and, under the loose T-shirt and jeans, you notice your limbs starting to shrink. You attempt to stand, but an invisible force pushes you back into your recliner. "What is happening?" you shout, voice cracking and rising in pitch. Before you can stand up again, the room wavers like a reflection on a disturbed pond. The walls twist and change shape, then morph into bright, vibrant blocks. “No, no! This isn’t real!” you scream, clutching at your armrest as your body undergoes further changes. Fingers grow plump and cartoonishly large, your arms and legs tapering down to form short, stubby limbs. "Hey, Luigi! You ready or what?" A voice echoes through the shifting reality, clear and strong. You know it isn't yours; it belongs to someone you recognize but from where? Your feet shrink, the shoes melding into heavy brown loafers. Next, familiar green-overalls stitch themselves over your shrinking body, pinching and squeezing in place. The weight you feel pulling around your waist confirms your lower belly has grown softer, rounder, giving you a stocky figure. "What in the Mushroom Kingdom... Argh!" you say, feeling an unfamiliar but natural twang in your speech. Your eyesight becomes clearer, and you see your reflection in shimmering golden coins that now scatter the ground around you. Your face changes, morphs into something you've known but forgotten—Luigi’s face. Your reflection, now the face of a much younger, taller, and somewhat portlier figure with a green hat and an "L" staring back at you calmly. “Boy, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” The booming voice of Mario resounds next to you, breaking your train of thought and memory. “I-I don’t understand! I’m not Luigi!” you protest, or try to. The words come out as nonsensical gibberish to anyone else. You reckon them as your last day holding onto your true self. “There he goes, speaking gibberish again.” Mario shakes his head, chuckling. “Get a hold of yourself, Luigi! We’ve gotta save Princess Peach!” The ultimate identity crisis hits you. Fragments of memories bean back like a shell. Plumbing adventures, parties with Mario, and encounters with Bowser overwhelm your thoughts. Your past life feels like a shattered mirror, the pieces irreparably lost. “Ah, mamma mia! Look, Mario, I don’t think I can do this!” Words slip out naturally. You've stopped resisting, haven't you? He slaps you on the back with a cheerful grin. “Don’t you worry. With your help, we’ll make it through this one too. Just stay positive.” You sigh, a mix of exhilaration and resigned acceptance surging through you. The name "Luigi" doesn't just sound natural now—it is who you are. Your transformation is complete, physically and mentally. Your clumsiness, your good heart, your courage in the face of fear—all Luigi’s qualities feel deeply rooted within you. Mario, now living color and life, beckons again. “Let’s-a-go, Luigi!” You nod enthusiastically, the heavy, comforting gloves feeling just right as you fist-bump your older brother. “Let’s-a-go!”
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