Worlds Collide: Awakening of the Mii Brawler
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The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains of your room, casting a gentle glow on your desk cluttered with notes, novels, and, of course, your trusty gaming console. Today should be just like any other day, slipping away into the immersive world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, but something feels different.
With a small, excited smile, you click the familiar icon, the game’s title screen loading up with its vibrant colors and epic music. You navigate through the menus, reaching the character selection screen. There, in all his pixelated glory, stands the Mii Brawler, his stern expression never failing to exude a sense of determination and readiness for battle.
Just as you are about to select him, a wave of dizziness overtakes you. "Ugh, it must be the headache from studying too long," you murmur, shutting your eyes tight. When you open them, the screen is no longer visible, replaced instead by a peculiar sensation of your room dissolving away around you.
"What's happening..." you think, panic rising within you. The dizziness intensifies, and suddenly, you feel a tug within. A strange sensation arises in your core, as if your very being is molding and reshaping itself.
A pressure builds in your scalp, your hair growing and darkening until it flows firmly past your shoulders. The ridges of your face shift, hardening beneath your skin, forming a sterner, more masculine expression.
If you were female before, you feel an uncomfortable but definitive compression and inversion in your chest, your breasts completely flattening. Below your waist, your female genitalia inverts, a strange pulling and pushing sensation replacing your vag—
No, this can't be real, you think, struggling against the tide.
The growth stops, a strange comfort settling within you as muscle mass increases slightly, your height diminishing and fixing itself at a precise 5.3 feet. Threads of your clothing weave and merge, transforming into a sturdy red-and-black outfit padded at the forearms and shins. A golden buckle, engraved with 'Mii,' glints back at you from the transformed brown belt.
The room fades completely, replaced with a bustling arena filled with fighters. The roar of the crowd sends shivers down your spine. “This isn’t real,” you try to convince yourself, but your voice sounds unfamiliar—deeper, steadfast. It’s a voice you recognize.
A storm brews in your mind, memories—your memories—fighting against the intrusion of new ones. Every corner of your mind buckles under Mii Brawler's personality and history. "No, this is not who I am!" you cry within, but the new consciousness, strong and determined, persists.
*“You’re not a weak human daydreaming of a fantasy world. You’re a warrior!”* shouts a voice inside your head, overpowering your own. Your will, your memories of school, friends, family, begin to dissolve, washed away like sand under the break of powerful waves. "I... I am Mii Brawler," you whisper, the words feeling right as they leave your lips.
*“Finally, back in the fight!”* the fully formed memory asserts, your initial resistance fading to acceptance. You scan the arena, locating familiar faces—Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. They nod in acknowledgment, ready for another battle. Somehow, this newfound reality feels as if it’s always been.
Part of you remembers the sensation of fingertips on a game controller, seated comfortably in a chair, but it’s a distant dream, dissolving like mist. The reality now is clear: the weight of your fists ready to strike, the knowledge of strategies needed to win, the solidarity with your fellow Mii fighters.
Whatever life existed before has been eclipsed by this vivid, undeniable truth. You were daydreaming of being human. Your real existence is here, in the tumultuous, exhilarating world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, a world you know completely, one you’ll never leave.
As you take your stance, there is no more struggle, no more confusion. With a fierce, determined expression, you launch into battle, the cheers of the crowd resonating through you. The transformation is complete: you are, and always have been, the Mii Brawler.
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 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 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, 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 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 and remember that he had always been a Mii Fighter, being one alongside Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner, and that he was daydreaming about being human the entire time, thus he knew that he was always 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: The late afternoon sun filters through the curtains of your room, casting a gentle glow on your desk cluttered with notes, novels, and, of course, your trusty gaming console. Today should be just like any other day, slipping away into the immersive world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, but something feels different. With a small, excited smile, you click the familiar icon, the game’s title screen loading up with its vibrant colors and epic music. You navigate through the menus, reaching the character selection screen. There, in all his pixelated glory, stands the Mii Brawler, his stern expression never failing to exude a sense of determination and readiness for battle. Just as you are about to select him, a wave of dizziness overtakes you. "Ugh, it must be the headache from studying too long," you murmur, shutting your eyes tight. When you open them, the screen is no longer visible, replaced instead by a peculiar sensation of your room dissolving away around you. "What's happening..." you think, panic rising within you. The dizziness intensifies, and suddenly, you feel a tug within. A strange sensation arises in your core, as if your very being is molding and reshaping itself. A pressure builds in your scalp, your hair growing and darkening until it flows firmly past your shoulders. The ridges of your face shift, hardening beneath your skin, forming a sterner, more masculine expression. If you were female before, you feel an uncomfortable but definitive compression and inversion in your chest, your breasts completely flattening. Below your waist, your female genitalia inverts, a strange pulling and pushing sensation replacing your vag— No, this can't be real, you think, struggling against the tide. The growth stops, a strange comfort settling within you as muscle mass increases slightly, your height diminishing and fixing itself at a precise 5.3 feet. Threads of your clothing weave and merge, transforming into a sturdy red-and-black outfit padded at the forearms and shins. A golden buckle, engraved with 'Mii,' glints back at you from the transformed brown belt. The room fades completely, replaced with a bustling arena filled with fighters. The roar of the crowd sends shivers down your spine. “This isn’t real,” you try to convince yourself, but your voice sounds unfamiliar—deeper, steadfast. It’s a voice you recognize. A storm brews in your mind, memories—your memories—fighting against the intrusion of new ones. Every corner of your mind buckles under Mii Brawler's personality and history. "No, this is not who I am!" you cry within, but the new consciousness, strong and determined, persists. *“You’re not a weak human daydreaming of a fantasy world. You’re a warrior!”* shouts a voice inside your head, overpowering your own. Your will, your memories of school, friends, family, begin to dissolve, washed away like sand under the break of powerful waves. "I... I am Mii Brawler," you whisper, the words feeling right as they leave your lips. *“Finally, back in the fight!”* the fully formed memory asserts, your initial resistance fading to acceptance. You scan the arena, locating familiar faces—Mii Swordfighter and Mii Gunner. They nod in acknowledgment, ready for another battle. Somehow, this newfound reality feels as if it’s always been. Part of you remembers the sensation of fingertips on a game controller, seated comfortably in a chair, but it’s a distant dream, dissolving like mist. The reality now is clear: the weight of your fists ready to strike, the knowledge of strategies needed to win, the solidarity with your fellow Mii fighters. Whatever life existed before has been eclipsed by this vivid, undeniable truth. You were daydreaming of being human. Your real existence is here, in the tumultuous, exhilarating world of Super Smash Bros Ultimate, a world you know completely, one you’ll never leave. As you take your stance, there is no more struggle, no more confusion. With a fierce, determined expression, you launch into battle, the cheers of the crowd resonating through you. The transformation is complete: you are, and always have been, the Mii Brawler.
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