"Rise of the Mii Brawler: Embracing Destiny"
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Time seemed to blur as reality began to shift around you. One moment, you were standing solidly in your room, the next, a strange shimmering light enveloped everything, drawing your consciousness into an unknown void. The sensation was dizzying, disorienting, and eerily captivating.
Your heart races as a pressure builds within your chest, your vision splitting with streaks of black and red. As the light dims, you notice your hands first—a change of color in your skin, and then your limbs, shortening and growing taut with muscle.
The transformation is happening, and it's unstoppable.
For the male and female readers, the sensations differ slightly, reflecting their inevitable destinies.
If you are female, you feel your feminine characteristics start to vanish one by one. Your breasts begin to flatten, your feminine curves straighten and harden into a more masculine frame. A sharp tension pulls within your abdomen as your internal organs transform and rearrange themselves. It's unsettling and strange. You gasp, unable to scream, as the presence of your new gender forms in place. As for the males, muscle tones and short, jet-black hair grow as usual.
Your height finally halts at a mere 5.3 feet (160 centimeters). A pang of confusion hits you, but quickly dissipates as your mind battles whispers of new memories.
Your voice, the last identifying human aspect of you, changes. You try to cry out, to shout words of protest, but only guttural gasps, grunts, and groans escape your throat. You are mute, yet you understand words as clearly as ever.
The outfit change is now undeniable. Your familiar clothes transform, morphing into a seamless red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit. Extra padding materializes on your forearms and shins, with a brown belt proudly fastened around your waist, the word "Mii" etched upon the golden buckle in active declaration.
"Who am I? What is happening?" You think, but those thoughts begin to falter, replaced by resolute awareness. Something foreign is taking over your mind—a powerful presence flooding in, consuming your previous personality and memories bit by bit, relentlessly.
Flashes of battling stages, of friends who are fighters, surface. You're Mii Brawler. Yes, Mii Brawler. Memories of your fighting techniques, your successes, and your rivalries engulf you.
"No…This can't be happening," you struggle internally, trying to retain something, anything from your past. But resistance seems futile; your former self is slipping away, buried beneath the weight of this new persona.
"Remember… You're Mii Brawler. Mii Brawler," a voice within insists.
Reality flickers one final time. The transition from your previous world completes, depositing you amidst the vibrant chaos of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate universe.
You join Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner at the preparation grounds. They glance at you with mutual understanding, a sense of shared purpose in their eyes, without uttering a single word. Like you, they are bound by the inability to speak, yet they communicate through every grunt and growl, every shouted impact.
"Welcome back. Ready to brawl?" Mii Gunner's expression conveys with a simple nod.
*This is who you are. This is who you have always been.*
Your heart swells with the acceptance of your true self. The final fragments of your past identity wash away like dust in the wind. You take your place among the fighters, ready to leap into battle, affirming your role as Mii Brawler.
As you stand with Swordfighter and Gunner, the echo of a false daydream lingers briefly. The illusion of being merely human, was nothing more than a fleeting fancy, a faint and distant thought.
Now, you no longer recall your previous existence.
You are Mii Brawler.
And it feels right.
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 the human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (the video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, the reader's breasts deflates/compresses into nothingness/nonexistence, her feminine curves disappearing to make her body more masculine, 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 (making the reader (just like other Mii Fighters, Mii Swordfighter (who is male) and Mii Gunner (who is female), who also cannot speak/talk) unable to speak/talk but can still gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like the other Mii Fighters, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), 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 being completely 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, as well as remembering and realizing that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one of the Mii Fighters alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner (who also don't speak/talk while still can gasp, grunt, groan, growl, shout, yell, and scream, like Mii Brawler, and still able to understand words despite not being able to speak words), and he realized that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, when he wrongly thought/believe he was a human throughout this time until he now woke up from that daydream, thus he knew that he was never human to begin with, and he knowing that he was and always had been Mii Brawler). 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: Time seemed to blur as reality began to shift around you. One moment, you were standing solidly in your room, the next, a strange shimmering light enveloped everything, drawing your consciousness into an unknown void. The sensation was dizzying, disorienting, and eerily captivating. Your heart races as a pressure builds within your chest, your vision splitting with streaks of black and red. As the light dims, you notice your hands first—a change of color in your skin, and then your limbs, shortening and growing taut with muscle. The transformation is happening, and it's unstoppable. For the male and female readers, the sensations differ slightly, reflecting their inevitable destinies. If you are female, you feel your feminine characteristics start to vanish one by one. Your breasts begin to flatten, your feminine curves straighten and harden into a more masculine frame. A sharp tension pulls within your abdomen as your internal organs transform and rearrange themselves. It's unsettling and strange. You gasp, unable to scream, as the presence of your new gender forms in place. As for the males, muscle tones and short, jet-black hair grow as usual. Your height finally halts at a mere 5.3 feet (160 centimeters). A pang of confusion hits you, but quickly dissipates as your mind battles whispers of new memories. Your voice, the last identifying human aspect of you, changes. You try to cry out, to shout words of protest, but only guttural gasps, grunts, and groans escape your throat. You are mute, yet you understand words as clearly as ever. The outfit change is now undeniable. Your familiar clothes transform, morphing into a seamless red-and-black Mii Brawler outfit. Extra padding materializes on your forearms and shins, with a brown belt proudly fastened around your waist, the word "Mii" etched upon the golden buckle in active declaration. "Who am I? What is happening?" You think, but those thoughts begin to falter, replaced by resolute awareness. Something foreign is taking over your mind—a powerful presence flooding in, consuming your previous personality and memories bit by bit, relentlessly. Flashes of battling stages, of friends who are fighters, surface. You're Mii Brawler. Yes, Mii Brawler. Memories of your fighting techniques, your successes, and your rivalries engulf you. "No…This can't be happening," you struggle internally, trying to retain something, anything from your past. But resistance seems futile; your former self is slipping away, buried beneath the weight of this new persona. "Remember… You're Mii Brawler. Mii Brawler," a voice within insists. Reality flickers one final time. The transition from your previous world completes, depositing you amidst the vibrant chaos of the Super Smash Bros Ultimate universe. You join Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner at the preparation grounds. They glance at you with mutual understanding, a sense of shared purpose in their eyes, without uttering a single word. Like you, they are bound by the inability to speak, yet they communicate through every grunt and growl, every shouted impact. "Welcome back. Ready to brawl?" Mii Gunner's expression conveys with a simple nod. *This is who you are. This is who you have always been.* Your heart swells with the acceptance of your true self. The final fragments of your past identity wash away like dust in the wind. You take your place among the fighters, ready to leap into battle, affirming your role as Mii Brawler. As you stand with Swordfighter and Gunner, the echo of a false daydream lingers briefly. The illusion of being merely human, was nothing more than a fleeting fancy, a faint and distant thought. Now, you no longer recall your previous existence. You are Mii Brawler. And it feels right.
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