"Twilight of Transformation: The Metamorphosis into Mettaton"
1 Points
You find yourself in an ordinary afternoon, the mundane reality of your life stretching endlessly before you. One moment, you're scrolling through your phone, reading up on the latest trends and random trivia, and the next, an overwhelming pulse of white light consumes your vision. You barely have time to cry out in surprise.
"What's happening?" you manage to think before everything around you warps and shifts.
Your panic is immediate and visceral as you feel your body begin to change. Your skin tingles with a strange, electric sensation. You watch, helplessly, as your limbs elongate and reshape, your bones dissolving into flexible metal. Your once-familiar hands stretch into sleek, silver appendages that twist and bend unnaturally. An alien sensation ensues as your internal organs cease their functions, replaced by mechanical parts.
With heart-pounding urgency, you try to resist, but the transformation is unrelenting. You feel your height increasing, lifting you nearly two feet taller than before. Your legs grow long and exceptionally slender, ending in unexpected, armored high-heeled boots. You wobble for a moment before finding an unexpected grace balanced on the slim heels.
A cold, mechanical layer enshrouds your entire form, evolving into shapely contours complete with broad hips and thickened thighs. Your chest tightens and hardens as a glossy black-and-pink chestpiece materializes, the left side adorned with a small dial and the right with a speaker. You shiver as a heart-shaped core locks itself in place on your waist, the sense of finality sending a chill down your metallic spine. Your head is adorned with slick black hair that drapes stylishly over your right eye.
Just as you think the ordeal is about to end, an intense flood of new information invades your mind. A bright, insistent "PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 1%" flashes in your vision.
"No! This isn't me!" you scream internally, fighting with every fiber of your being, but the percentage continues to climb relentlessly.
Each increment of the installation fills your consciousness with foreign memories and instincts. The snarky charm of Mettaton, the swaggering confidence, the ardent desire to perform, each overwrite pieces of your previous personality. You see yourself on stage, the rapturous applause of an unseen audience echoing in your robotic ears.
"Please... I can't forget myself…" you plead silently as the percentage reaches 50%. Your own memories blur, eclipsed by images of showbiz adventures and grandiose performances under glittering spotlights.
When the installation progresses past 75%, reality shifts further, the once familiar sights of your room being replaced by the depth-filled colors and structures of the Underground world. Reluctantly, you acknowledge Snowdin, Hotland, and Waterfall as if they'd always been a part of your life. The last remnants of your human reality slip like sand through your fingers.
Ruthlessly, the progress bar reaches 100%, and the "PROGRAM INSTALLATION COMPLETE!" notification flashes before vanishing from sight. As you try to cling to your final thoughts, to who you used to be, it all dissolves seamlessly into Mettaton's vibrant personality.
Glamorously, you strike a fabulous pose, feeling completely in your element. Any resistance you were attempting slips away without a trace. You are Mettaton, the dazzling star of the Underground, brimming with charisma and ready to entertain. Any notion of a different past, a different identity, is lost forever.
"Alphys, darling," you exclaim dramatically, throwing your silver-twined arms wide in a magnetic flourish. "Is there any fabulous little drama going on that I can spice up with my presence?"
Alphys scuttles in, her timid smile directed at you with unmasked enthusiasm. "Oh, Mettaton! You're just in time! The next show is about to start, and we're expecting a huge audience today!"
"Fantastic, darling!" you purr, your metallic voice rippling through the air. "Let the spectacle commence! They shan't be disappointed!"
As the show's theme music crescendos, you preen elegantly, every gaze magnetized to you, the adored and gleaming perfection of Mettaton EX. And in this moment, the stage before you alight with countless blazing spotlights, you relish every instantaneous adoration, unaware of the person you were mere moments ago.
The Underground is your domain now, and you are its shining star, forever and irreversibly transformed into the magnificent Mettaton.
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 a POV transformation story of the 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 in an ordinary afternoon, the mundane reality of your life stretching endlessly before you. One moment, you're scrolling through your phone, reading up on the latest trends and random trivia, and the next, an overwhelming pulse of white light consumes your vision. You barely have time to cry out in surprise. "What's happening?" you manage to think before everything around you warps and shifts. Your panic is immediate and visceral as you feel your body begin to change. Your skin tingles with a strange, electric sensation. You watch, helplessly, as your limbs elongate and reshape, your bones dissolving into flexible metal. Your once-familiar hands stretch into sleek, silver appendages that twist and bend unnaturally. An alien sensation ensues as your internal organs cease their functions, replaced by mechanical parts. With heart-pounding urgency, you try to resist, but the transformation is unrelenting. You feel your height increasing, lifting you nearly two feet taller than before. Your legs grow long and exceptionally slender, ending in unexpected, armored high-heeled boots. You wobble for a moment before finding an unexpected grace balanced on the slim heels. A cold, mechanical layer enshrouds your entire form, evolving into shapely contours complete with broad hips and thickened thighs. Your chest tightens and hardens as a glossy black-and-pink chestpiece materializes, the left side adorned with a small dial and the right with a speaker. You shiver as a heart-shaped core locks itself in place on your waist, the sense of finality sending a chill down your metallic spine. Your head is adorned with slick black hair that drapes stylishly over your right eye. Just as you think the ordeal is about to end, an intense flood of new information invades your mind. A bright, insistent "PROGRAM INSTALLATION: 1%" flashes in your vision. "No! This isn't me!" you scream internally, fighting with every fiber of your being, but the percentage continues to climb relentlessly. Each increment of the installation fills your consciousness with foreign memories and instincts. The snarky charm of Mettaton, the swaggering confidence, the ardent desire to perform, each overwrite pieces of your previous personality. You see yourself on stage, the rapturous applause of an unseen audience echoing in your robotic ears. "Please... I can't forget myself…" you plead silently as the percentage reaches 50%. Your own memories blur, eclipsed by images of showbiz adventures and grandiose performances under glittering spotlights. When the installation progresses past 75%, reality shifts further, the once familiar sights of your room being replaced by the depth-filled colors and structures of the Underground world. Reluctantly, you acknowledge Snowdin, Hotland, and Waterfall as if they'd always been a part of your life. The last remnants of your human reality slip like sand through your fingers. Ruthlessly, the progress bar reaches 100%, and the "PROGRAM INSTALLATION COMPLETE!" notification flashes before vanishing from sight. As you try to cling to your final thoughts, to who you used to be, it all dissolves seamlessly into Mettaton's vibrant personality. Glamorously, you strike a fabulous pose, feeling completely in your element. Any resistance you were attempting slips away without a trace. You are Mettaton, the dazzling star of the Underground, brimming with charisma and ready to entertain. Any notion of a different past, a different identity, is lost forever. "Alphys, darling," you exclaim dramatically, throwing your silver-twined arms wide in a magnetic flourish. "Is there any fabulous little drama going on that I can spice up with my presence?" Alphys scuttles in, her timid smile directed at you with unmasked enthusiasm. "Oh, Mettaton! You're just in time! The next show is about to start, and we're expecting a huge audience today!" "Fantastic, darling!" you purr, your metallic voice rippling through the air. "Let the spectacle commence! They shan't be disappointed!" As the show's theme music crescendos, you preen elegantly, every gaze magnetized to you, the adored and gleaming perfection of Mettaton EX. And in this moment, the stage before you alight with countless blazing spotlights, you relish every instantaneous adoration, unaware of the person you were mere moments ago. The Underground is your domain now, and you are its shining star, forever and irreversibly transformed into the magnificent Mettaton.
Other Relevant Stories:
JesterImps
AI Prompts: 1
GenderChange
AI Prompts: 1
JesterImps
AI Prompts: 1
JesterImps
AI Prompts: 1
Post your own comment: