"Unraveling Realities: Awakening of Mii Brawler"
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You find yourself sinking into the plush cushions of your favorite chair, the weight of a long day slowly lifting as you settle down with your Nintendo Switch. The familiar jingle of the game's startup sound makes you smile. Super Smash Bros Ultimate, your escape, your joy. You choose Mii Brawler as your character, not realizing how dramatically your life is about to change.
As the game loads, you're hit with an unexpected wave of dizziness, your vision blurring until all you can make out are smears of vibrant color. Panic surges through as you grip the armrest, but your body refuses to obey; you can’t move, can’t speak.
There’s a sensation of something deep within you shifting, like pieces of a puzzle rearranging themselves. Your bones ache and grind against one another, your muscles spasming uncontrollably. You feel your flesh ripple, morphing and reshaping, your height compressing down to 5.3 feet.
If you are a woman, you sense your curves flattening, your breasts shrinking into oblivion. Your female anatomy writhes, a bizarre inversion occurring as a penis and testicles form in their place. Terror strikes, but the transformation barrels forward.
Your hair grows dark and longer, a stern expression carving itself into your evolving features. Your voice feels caught, trapped, transforming until it can only produce guttural sounds—yells, grunts, screams—but not words.
Your clothes dissolve and reform, the fabric knitting itself into the distinctive red-and-black armor of Mii Brawler. The weight of the padded forearms and shins adds an unfamiliar heaviness, the golden belt buckle with the word "Mii" shimmering with a sense of absurd belonging.
Eyes widened in confusion, you look at your hands—hands that are no longer yours. The room tilts, spins, evaporates into nothingness.
You’re no longer in your living room. You stand in a vibrant battlefield marked by floating platforms and strange landscapes. It's the unmistakable world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate.
"Focus, Brawler! We're under attack!" a voice yells. Your head snaps towards Mii Swordfighter, who is gripping his weapon, urgency in his eyes. Mii Gunner stands a few paces away, her blaster ready, her expression resolute.
In your mind, you’re screaming. *This isn’t real. This can’t be real.* But as your memories bleed into unfamiliar patterns, it becomes harder and harder to hold onto the echoes of your human life. Instead, memories of past battles, of camaraderie with Swordfighter and Gunner, flood your consciousness.
*"Had a long daydream, Brawler?"* Swordfighter smirks. His words hit like a puzzle piece clicking into place, urging more memories to the forefront.
*"Was it good this time?"* Gunner chuckles softly, eyes twinkling. *"Or the usual nonsense?"*
You want to retort, but nothing—not even a whisper—escapes your lips. Instead, a solid, determined look crosses your face, one you remember using countless times in the heat of battle.
Recognition slams into you like a freight train. The mundane life you thought you lived vanishes under the weight of reality. You had merely been daydreaming about being human. You are Mii Brawler, and you always have been.
With a sudden clarity, you realize how absurd it was to think otherwise. The phantom memories of a life not lived dissipate like mist under the sun, replaced by the ironclad truth of your origins. You weren't human. You were never human.
You tighten your gloved fists, feeling the comforting leather and armor press against your skin. Your team rushes forward to face the approaching foes, and without hesitation, you follow. Your purpose clear, your reality unquestioned.
This is your world. You are the Mii Brawler, relentless and unwavering, part of a team that battles for glory. And now, without the distraction of false memories, you are ready to fight.
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 the POV transformation story of a human reader turning into default Mii Brawler in his default outfit from Super Smash Bros Ultimate (a 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: You find yourself sinking into the plush cushions of your favorite chair, the weight of a long day slowly lifting as you settle down with your Nintendo Switch. The familiar jingle of the game's startup sound makes you smile. Super Smash Bros Ultimate, your escape, your joy. You choose Mii Brawler as your character, not realizing how dramatically your life is about to change. As the game loads, you're hit with an unexpected wave of dizziness, your vision blurring until all you can make out are smears of vibrant color. Panic surges through as you grip the armrest, but your body refuses to obey; you can’t move, can’t speak. There’s a sensation of something deep within you shifting, like pieces of a puzzle rearranging themselves. Your bones ache and grind against one another, your muscles spasming uncontrollably. You feel your flesh ripple, morphing and reshaping, your height compressing down to 5.3 feet. If you are a woman, you sense your curves flattening, your breasts shrinking into oblivion. Your female anatomy writhes, a bizarre inversion occurring as a penis and testicles form in their place. Terror strikes, but the transformation barrels forward. Your hair grows dark and longer, a stern expression carving itself into your evolving features. Your voice feels caught, trapped, transforming until it can only produce guttural sounds—yells, grunts, screams—but not words. Your clothes dissolve and reform, the fabric knitting itself into the distinctive red-and-black armor of Mii Brawler. The weight of the padded forearms and shins adds an unfamiliar heaviness, the golden belt buckle with the word "Mii" shimmering with a sense of absurd belonging. Eyes widened in confusion, you look at your hands—hands that are no longer yours. The room tilts, spins, evaporates into nothingness. You’re no longer in your living room. You stand in a vibrant battlefield marked by floating platforms and strange landscapes. It's the unmistakable world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate. "Focus, Brawler! We're under attack!" a voice yells. Your head snaps towards Mii Swordfighter, who is gripping his weapon, urgency in his eyes. Mii Gunner stands a few paces away, her blaster ready, her expression resolute. In your mind, you’re screaming. *This isn’t real. This can’t be real.* But as your memories bleed into unfamiliar patterns, it becomes harder and harder to hold onto the echoes of your human life. Instead, memories of past battles, of camaraderie with Swordfighter and Gunner, flood your consciousness. *"Had a long daydream, Brawler?"* Swordfighter smirks. His words hit like a puzzle piece clicking into place, urging more memories to the forefront. *"Was it good this time?"* Gunner chuckles softly, eyes twinkling. *"Or the usual nonsense?"* You want to retort, but nothing—not even a whisper—escapes your lips. Instead, a solid, determined look crosses your face, one you remember using countless times in the heat of battle. Recognition slams into you like a freight train. The mundane life you thought you lived vanishes under the weight of reality. You had merely been daydreaming about being human. You are Mii Brawler, and you always have been. With a sudden clarity, you realize how absurd it was to think otherwise. The phantom memories of a life not lived dissipate like mist under the sun, replaced by the ironclad truth of your origins. You weren't human. You were never human. You tighten your gloved fists, feeling the comforting leather and armor press against your skin. Your team rushes forward to face the approaching foes, and without hesitation, you follow. Your purpose clear, your reality unquestioned. This is your world. You are the Mii Brawler, relentless and unwavering, part of a team that battles for glory. And now, without the distraction of false memories, you are ready to fight.
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