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"The Glamorous Transmutation of Mettaton EX"

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A quiet afternoon with a book in your hand soon turns into a moment you'll never forget. You lean back into your favorite chair, lose yourself in the pages, and suddenly feel an electric charge sweep through your body. The sensation is strange but not wholly unpleasant. As if by command, your fingers twitch involuntarily, and you drop the book.

A bright flash blinds you momentarily, and when the light subsides, you find yourself in an unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar place. The walls around you shimmer with an otherworldly glow, and the very air seems to thrum with mystic energy. Suddenly, your skin tingles, and a surge of electricity races through your veins.

Your height begins to increase, slowly at first then faster, as you stretch taller and taller, until you reach nearly seven feet. As you look down in alarm, you notice the transformation of your limbs—your once human arms now bend and twist with newfound flexibility, resembling sleek silver springs. Your legs, now long and clad in black latex, taper into elegant, pink high-heeled boots. A pair of black shoulder pads sprouts above your arms, which end in pristine gloves.

A sense of panic rises within you as you observe these changes. Your once familiar reflection now reveals a shimmering, metallic visage. Your hair becomes jet black, cascading into an elegant fringe over one eye. The other eye is a vibrant, hot pink, shimmering with intelligence. Metallic segments frame your icy gaze, and a dial rests over your left chest piece, with a speaker glowing softly on the right.

"What's happening to me?" you try to vocalize, only to hear your voice emerge as a smooth, charismatic chant, alien and yet undeniably captivating. Your mind fights the encroaching wave of new memories and personality traits flooding your consciousness.

"INSTALLATION IN PROGRESS: 20%," appears in glowing digits before your eyes. Your heart pounds—or would, if it were still human.

A microphone materializes in your hand, and involuntarily, you raise it to your lips. "Welcome, beauties and gentle beauties," your new voice echoes. "To another FABULOUS episode!"

Attempting to scream, your voice is instead replaced by elated laughter, the programming now at 50%. You struggle to recall your past, grasping at memories that slip through your fingers like sand. Reality is reshaping around you, now more like the world of Underground you read about—the settings, the residents, the never-ending drama.

"80% COMPLETE," the notification alerts. You desperately try to hold onto your human identity. Fleeting glimpses of your past bubble up—your name, your family, your life—each fading more rapidly than the last.

"M-Mettaton EX," you manage to whisper.

"That’s right, darling," you hear an omnipresent voice respond, a velvety whisper encroaching on your mind. "Embrace your new self!"

"100% COMPLETED."

And just like that, all resistance ebbs away. The digits vanish from your sight, and with them, your previous life slips into oblivion. You strike a pose instinctively, feeling the rush of adoration you so crave from an imagined audience.

"Lights! Camera! Action!" you exclaim, your voice brimming with confidence and allure. A vibrant mosaic of new memories cements into your mind—the life of the adored TV host Mettaton, the adulation of fans, the applause, the fame.

With charisma unshaken, the robot within glances at the changed world. There's no revelation, no whisper of the past—just the undeniable fact that this is where you belong, and you are Mettaton EX, master of drama and embodiment of glamor.

"Now, who’s ready to see their favorite robot in action?"

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.

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Prompt: Write the 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 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: A quiet afternoon with a book in your hand soon turns into a moment you'll never forget. You lean back into your favorite chair, lose yourself in the pages, and suddenly feel an electric charge sweep through your body. The sensation is strange but not wholly unpleasant. As if by command, your fingers twitch involuntarily, and you drop the book. A bright flash blinds you momentarily, and when the light subsides, you find yourself in an unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar place. The walls around you shimmer with an otherworldly glow, and the very air seems to thrum with mystic energy. Suddenly, your skin tingles, and a surge of electricity races through your veins. Your height begins to increase, slowly at first then faster, as you stretch taller and taller, until you reach nearly seven feet. As you look down in alarm, you notice the transformation of your limbs—your once human arms now bend and twist with newfound flexibility, resembling sleek silver springs. Your legs, now long and clad in black latex, taper into elegant, pink high-heeled boots. A pair of black shoulder pads sprouts above your arms, which end in pristine gloves. A sense of panic rises within you as you observe these changes. Your once familiar reflection now reveals a shimmering, metallic visage. Your hair becomes jet black, cascading into an elegant fringe over one eye. The other eye is a vibrant, hot pink, shimmering with intelligence. Metallic segments frame your icy gaze, and a dial rests over your left chest piece, with a speaker glowing softly on the right. "What's happening to me?" you try to vocalize, only to hear your voice emerge as a smooth, charismatic chant, alien and yet undeniably captivating. Your mind fights the encroaching wave of new memories and personality traits flooding your consciousness. "INSTALLATION IN PROGRESS: 20%," appears in glowing digits before your eyes. Your heart pounds—or would, if it were still human. A microphone materializes in your hand, and involuntarily, you raise it to your lips. "Welcome, beauties and gentle beauties," your new voice echoes. "To another FABULOUS episode!" Attempting to scream, your voice is instead replaced by elated laughter, the programming now at 50%. You struggle to recall your past, grasping at memories that slip through your fingers like sand. Reality is reshaping around you, now more like the world of Underground you read about—the settings, the residents, the never-ending drama. "80% COMPLETE," the notification alerts. You desperately try to hold onto your human identity. Fleeting glimpses of your past bubble up—your name, your family, your life—each fading more rapidly than the last. "M-Mettaton EX," you manage to whisper. "That’s right, darling," you hear an omnipresent voice respond, a velvety whisper encroaching on your mind. "Embrace your new self!" "100% COMPLETED." And just like that, all resistance ebbs away. The digits vanish from your sight, and with them, your previous life slips into oblivion. You strike a pose instinctively, feeling the rush of adoration you so crave from an imagined audience. "Lights! Camera! Action!" you exclaim, your voice brimming with confidence and allure. A vibrant mosaic of new memories cements into your mind—the life of the adored TV host Mettaton, the adulation of fans, the applause, the fame. With charisma unshaken, the robot within glances at the changed world. There's no revelation, no whisper of the past—just the undeniable fact that this is where you belong, and you are Mettaton EX, master of drama and embodiment of glamor. "Now, who’s ready to see their favorite robot in action?"

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