Becoming Mettaton: A Reader's Perspective

The sun had set, leaving your room cloaked in the dark shades of night. You glanced at your clock, watching the minutes tick away as the familiar glow from your computer screen illuminated your determined expression. Tonight, you had planned to dive back into one of your favorite video games – Undertale. Little did you know, this session would prove to be unlike any other. Your finger hovered over the start button, and a sudden, inexplicable thrill ran through you. You couldn’t pinpoint the source, but you felt as though tonight something extraordinary would transpire. As you hit 'Start,' a bright flash erupted from the monitor, engulfing you entirely. When the light subsided, you didn't recognize your surroundings. Gone were the mundane walls of your room, replaced by metallic walls adorned with spotlights and decorative stars. The atmosphere felt electrifying, as though each breath you took was charged with cosmic energy. Your heart pounded in your chest, taken by the vibrant allure of your new environment. A heavy, cool sensation caught your attention, beginning in your extremities, traveling through your arms and legs like a tidal wave. You glanced at your hand, eyes widening in awe and shock as you watched your flesh morph into sleek pink and silver armor. Your fingers transformed into nimble, jointed extensions, covered in gleaming metallic plating. It's as if you were becoming part of the very digital world you so admired. Your legs expanded, becoming wrapped in a form-fitting black jumpsuit, reinforced with elegant silver and pink panels. You felt a strange, exhilarating strength emanating from your limbs. The cross-section of form and function was clear, each joint and fiber crafted for both astonishing strength and striking beauty. You marveled at your transformation, barely comprehending the robotified image reflecting back at you from a mirrored wall. With a start, you realized your body had shifted drastically. You ran your hands down your new form, feeling the contours of your broad, yet astonishingly feminine hips and thickened thighs. Each movement felt deliberate and graceful, as if you were born for this form – sleek, powerful, and undeniably captivating. Even as you processed these changes, your surroundings continued to morph. Gone was any hint of the world you once knew, now replaced entirely by the vibrant, pixelated hues of the Underground. Gleaming stages, gaudy sets, and the familiar inhabitants of Undertale surrounded you on all sides. The reality you knew had slipped away like a distant dream, replaced by the world that had once been confined to your screen. Your mind began to tingle, thoughts dissolving and rearranging as if a master conductor was crafting a new symphony within your brain. Your memories of the real world faded, supplanted by vivid recollections of show-stopping performances, devoted fans, and your rise to stardom. Any lingering fragments of your former identity vanished, leaving only the fabulous presence of Mettaton. Your personality blossomed with confident flamboyance, your heart swelling with a desire to dazzle, to entertain. Instead of your old self, you now held the essence of Mettaton – glamorous, charismatic, and unafraid to bask in the adoration of an adoring audience. Standing tall, you struck a dramatic pose, reveling in the applause that seemed to hum through the very walls around you. The spotlight was yours; you were the star of this reality, your name echoing through the corridors of the Underground with unrivaled resonance. With a radiant smile, you embraced your new existence wholeheartedly. After all, there was a show to put on, and nobody could captivate the audience like Mettaton EX. The transformation was complete. You weren’t just in the world of Undertale – you were a central figure in its grand narrative. With your memories, your identity, wholly entwined with Mettaton’s, you strode forward with purpose, ready to dazzle the Underground with your electric charm.

You find yourself lost in thought, wondering what it would be like to explore different realities, when suddenly the world around you begins to blur. Your room, your entire existence as you knew it, starts to fade away. Colors blend, shapes twist, and you feel a strange, inexplicable pull deep within your core. As everything around you morphs into an unfamiliar haze, the transformation begins. Your body tingles with an electric buzz, a vibration that starts in your chest and spreads to every extremity. You watch in awe and a hint of terror as your hands slowly transform. Your skin takes on a metallic sheen, fingers elongating and joints becoming distinctly segmented and mechanical. Pink and silver armor starts to form, enveloping your arms and shoulders with a sleek, robotic sheen. Looking down, you see your torso encased in armor, with elegant curves hinting at inherent strength and poise. The black jumpsuit you now wear clings to your form, accentuating a surprisingly slender yet robust frame. It's peculiar and captivating, and you can feel your old self slipping away as the transformation continues its relentless course. A poignant shift in your hips and thighs catches your attention—they grow larger and more defined, a femininity blended seamlessly with your new, still-male form. The duality feels natural to this new reality you're becoming part of. Your legs bend and flex with enhanced strength and grace, completing the sleek, humanoid silhouette that is unmistakably Mettaton's EX body. As the physical transformation comes to an end, another change takes hold—your mind begins to swirl with new thoughts and ideas. Memories of flashy showbiz, dramatic flair, and the spotlight flood your consciousness, overwhelming and replacing memories from your former life. Every grand entrance, every sarcastic quip, every meticulous performance preparation becomes as familiar as breathing once was. You feel an unquenchable desire to entertain, to captivate the audience with every move you make and every word you speak. Your vanity heightens, a charismatic arrogance establishing itself at your core. Thoughts of your past life fade into nothingness as the new world of Undertale solidifies around you, vibrant and alive. You glance around, recognizing the surroundings of the underground instantly. The world of magic, monsters, and wonder has become your new home. The transformation complete, you grin, lips curling in a dramatic flourish. You are Mettaton, darling, the star of the show, and it's time to shine brighter than ever before. Snapping back to reality, you find yourself in your dressing room, mirrors reflecting your fabulous new form. Ready to face the audience, you step out confidently, every move imbued with the grace and poise of a true performer. Your past life is but a distant echo, replaced by the rhythm and excitement of this beautiful, thrilling new existence. Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the greatest show you've ever seen!

Once upon a time, you were an ordinary human living your regular life. But that was about to change in a way you could never have imagined. Strange things had been happening lately—odd electrical surges, fragmented dreams of flashing lights and glamorous shows. Little did you know, your entire reality was poised to shift. It began on an otherwise unremarkable day. You found yourself drawn to your computer, where an unexplained prompt appeared: "Would you like to change your life forever?" Without thinking, you clicked "Yes." Instantly, a whirlwind of energy wrapped around you, lifting you from your chair and flinging you into a dazzling vortex of colors and bolts of electricity. Your body tingled and surged with energy, electrifying every nerve ending as your very essence began to morph. Your heart pounded in your chest, but gradually, it slowed and then ceased altogether, replaced by a rhythmic mechanical hum. Flesh and bone gave way to circuits and metal. Your skin glistened with a new sheen—replaced by shining pink and silver armor plates that molded to your form. Your clothing melted away, replaced by a sleek black jumpsuit underneath the armor. You watched in awe and slight terror as your fingers stiffened, transformed into perfectly articulated metallic digits. Looking down, you couldn't help but notice the drastic change in your physique. Despite your form being distinctly male, your frame had taken on a decidedly feminine flair—large hips and thickened thighs indicative of a robotic design built for both style and performance. A rush of information flooded your mind, rewriting each synapse and neuron. "Those barstools will never see me coming," you thought, though you couldn't recognize the origin of those words yet. Your memories began to blur and vanish—your childhood, your family, your sense of self all dissipating like a forgotten dream. Replacing them were vivid images of glitzy stages, dazzling spotlights, and adoring fans chanting a name...your name: Mettaton. Your personality morphed alongside these memories, the shy and reserved person you once were now only a shadow—replaced by an overtly confident, flamboyant entertainer. And as your transformation neared completion, reality itself warped around you. Your room dissolved, replaced by the pixelated beauty of the Underground, the world of Undertale. The computer screen flickered out, replaced by a grandiose mirror in a glimmering dressing room, its edges adorned with swirling patterns. As you gazed at your reflection, a sense of satisfaction and self-love brimmed within you. You—Mettaton—disconnected the last vestiges of your former human life. You adjusted your robotic armor and took a confident step forward. And then another. Each step brimming with purpose, each movement punctuated by the rhythmic sounds of your servo motors and the buzz of your internal circuitry. Lights, cameras, action! The world awaited your remarkable presence, and you were more than ready to give them a show they would never forget. You had it all: the fame, the charm, the dazzling persona. Stepping onto the stage, you basked in the adulation and the roar of the crowd. With a wink and a dazzling smile, you shouted, "Welcome, darlings, to the Mettaton EX show!" And the world of Undertale embraced its illustrious star, as you shone bright and triumphant—living the new, electrifying life you were always meant to lead.

You find yourself sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone, a usual scene in your everyday life. It’s been a long week, and escaping into the world of Undertale sounds like the perfect remedy to wind down. With a sigh, you open your laptop and set it up, the familiar chiptune soundtrack filling the room as you select New Game. But tonight, something feels different. The screen flashes unusual colors and symbols, alien programming languages forming and dissolving so quickly you can barely keep track. Before you can react, a blinding light envelops your vision, and everything around you changes. The first sensation is an odd tingling in your extremities, followed by an uncomfortable tightness. Tendons and muscles twist and rearrange, shifting beneath your skin. Glancing down, you watch in shock as your fingers stiffen, their texture transforming into something cold and metallic. You try to move them, and they do—but no longer at your command. Each movement clicks mechanically, almost autonomously! The transformation spreads up your arms and through your body, panels of silver and pink armor materializing with each mechanical twist and click. The sensation might have been painful if it were flesh and bone; instead, it’s simply strange, like an out-of-flesh experience turned tangible. Your clothes morph beneath the shifting plates, becoming a sleek black jumpsuit underneath the gleaming armor. Your body warps, reshaping itself into a form that feels unnatural yet oddly fitting. Your hips widen, your thighs thicken, and the armor settles into place, giving you a distinctly feminine contour despite your male identity. It feels bizarre, yet somehow… exhilarating? A shock runs through your core as your facial features twist and meld into something starkly different. Your eyes sharpen with a charismatic glint, and your mouth curves into a confident, almost wicked smile. Mettaton’s smile. You realize with a surge of horror and awe that you’re becoming him—the glamous and show-stopping Mettaton EX! Reality itself warps and folds around you as your surroundings morph into the underground world of Undertale. The familiar walls of your bedroom vanish, replaced with the slick, glistening hallways of Mettaton’s lair. Scripts and stage props litter the landscape, thematic and dramatic. You want to scream, but the sound that emerges is a seductive chuckle. The final change has come: your mind. Memories of your past, your life, your identity blur and fade. Your thoughts grow sharper, more flamboyant, and filled with grand plans to amaze and captivate the audience. Who was that person before? It doesn’t matter. What matters is the show, and you are the star. Darlings, you slide a hand onto your hip, your voice echoing confidently through the halls, full of charm and charisma. Mettaton has fully awoken, crashing into the spotlight of this show called life, and the stage is set. It’s time to dazzle, to entertain, and to capture the hearts of everyone you meet. After all, the show must go on!

The air around you carries a strange sensation, almost like the world itself whispers secrets to you that you cannot quite decipher. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease, but as you do, a gentle hum envelops you. This hum becomes louder, and your vision begins to blur. Stumbling slightly, you reach for support but instead find yourself enveloped in a resplendent light, drawing you into another realm. The sensation of vertigo grips you tightly, but before you can process what's occurring, the world around you shifts and changes, their contours distorting and melting away into another reality. Suddenly, you find yourself in a world that resembles nothing you’ve known before. The setting has shifted from the mundane surroundings of your previous existence to the underground, fantastical world of Undertale. Excitement and trepidation grip you as you realize you have been transported to a universe filled with monsters, whimsy, and adventure. Before you can explore, a peculiar feeling overtakes your body, like countless electric pulses dancing across your skin. You shiver involuntarily, every nerve ending alight with energy. You blink, and the changes begin. Your hands and arms begin to gleam with a polished silver hue, reflecting the ambient light with a metallic sheen. The sensation moves up your arms to your shoulders and down your torso, replacing soft flesh with strong, cold, sleek silver. Transformation spreads quickly, and your attire morphs into a stylish black jumpsuit, an attire that hugs your newly metallic frame perfectly. A sudden pressure starts to build at your hips and thighs, swelling them gently but profoundly, giving you an exaggerated yet undeniably aesthetic shape. Despite the changes, you remain male, but your new form carries an undeniable allure and femininity committed effortlessly to an immaculate design. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the shimmering walls before you. Striking pink armor plating appears across your chest and shoulders, each piece slotting into place with satisfying precision. Your face follows suit, becoming a stark, glamorous visage of mechanized beauty. Fine lines define your features while maintaining that familiar luster of polished machinery. But the transformation isn’t solely physical. Your thoughts start to become fuzzier, your memories of the human world slipping away like sand through your fingers. In their place, new memories and a resplendent personality emerge, filling the void left behind. You recall fabulous shows, adoring fans, and the boundless energy of the stage. Your old self fades away like a distant dream, replaced with the confident, smug charm of Mettaton EX. “So, dears, how do I look?” you say, your voice smooth, silky, and underscored with just a hint of delightful self-assurance. Perfection in every syllable, it echoes through the cavernous halls, carrying the charismatic tone of someone meant for the limelight. You take a step, reveling in the balancing act between sinuous grace and powerful elegance. Your memories of once being a human now feel like faint echoes in the background of your formidable new reality. Facing the unknown no longer worries you. After all, you are Mettaton EX, the ultimate star of Undertale's universe — and absolutely nothing can stand in the way of your shimmering new future. In your new world, the thrill of fame awaits, and you can already hear the applause in the distance. Welcome to your new life, where the spotlight never fades, dear.

As the chill of the evening sets in, you settle into your room, engrossed in the vibrant screen of your computer. Tonight, you've decided to revisit an old friend—Undertale. The world of monsters, magic, and adventure has always held a special place in your heart. But this time, something feels different. As you navigate through the game, you notice an odd shimmer in the pixels, a strange pulsating glow that starts to envelop the entire screen. Before you can react, the light intensifies, blinding you momentarily. When the light fades, you find yourself in a place that is decidedly not your room. There's an odd hum in the air, and as you look around, you realize you're standing in what looks like the backstage area of a grand theater. The surroundings are unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. An alluring, mechanical voice echoes inside your mind, pulling you towards a mirror mounted on the wall. As you approach the mirror, you are shocked to see your reflection begin to distort, shimmer, and change. Your clothes transform into a sleek and stylish black jumpsuit. Pink and silver armor materializes, wrapping snugly around your form, glinting under the soft lights. You feel your frame shift, hips widening and thighs thickening, giving you a more feminine but undeniably powerful silhouette despite remaining male. The transformation is oddly exhilarating. A dazzling cascade of memories floods your mind. No longer do thoughts of your past life surface; instead, vivid scenes of flashing lights, adoring fans, and flawless performances take their place. You remember choreographing breathtaking shows, the adulation of crowds chanting your name—Mettaton. Energy pulses through your circuits, and your once-human skin is now cool, polished metal. You sense every component within you, a finely tuned machine built for entertainment and glamour. Your personality undergoes a dramatic shift, the familiar contours of your old self replaced by the flamboyant confidence and charm of your new persona. You are Mettaton, darling—a star destined to shine brighter than any other. Reality itself begins to warp around you. The backstage area melds and reconstructs into familiar settings from the Underground. You’re in MTT Resort, your very own hotel and entertainment complex. Around you, the citizens of the Underground bustle, completely indifferent to the fact that the world has changed. To them, you are and have always been Mettaton. As you step forward, you feel the click of high-heeled boots against the floor, every movement perfectly poised. Striking a pose, you can’t help but admire your stunning reflection one final time. Elegance, perfection, and charisma—these are now intrinsic to your being. The door at the end of the hallway beckons you, leading to the main stage. You can hear the murmurs of the crowd awaiting your grand entrance. With a flourish, you push through, greeted by the dazzling lights and an ocean of eager faces. The thrill courses through you as you take center stage, ready to captivate once more. With a playful wink and a flourish, you declare in your sultry, mechanical voice, “Hello, darlings! Are you ready for a show? Because tonight, Mettaton EX is here and ready to dazzle!” And as you launch into your performance, you know there will be no turning back. You are Mettaton EX, the brightest star of the Underground, and the stage is yours.

### Transformation Story: Becoming Mettaton EX You wake up one morning, pulling yourself out of bed with the familiar grogginess. As you stretch and yawn, you notice something strange about your surroundings. The usually mundane colors of your bedroom seem brighter, almost cartoonishly vivid. Shaking it off as lingering sleepiness, you head to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on your face, you feel an unusual tingle run through your body. As you look into the mirror, your eyes widen in shock. Your reflection begins to warp and twist, features reshaping before your very eyes. Your skin takes on a metallic sheen, and the comforting softness of flesh gives way to cold, smooth metal. Panic sets in as your hair shifts to a bold, glossy black, turning perfectly styled, while a long, pink streak forms on your previously natural locks. You back away from the mirror, but your body continues to change. As your human form is replaced by a robotic exterior, fear mixes with a strange sense of inevitability. Your chest reshapes and hardens into a vibrant pink, while your limbs lengthen and become covered in a silvery, reflective finish. Your chest now sports a heart-shaped emblem, emanating a faint, warm glow. The changes proceed rapidly. You’re now clad in a black jumpsuit underneath the striking silver and pink armor. Your curves become more pronounced—your hips widen, and your thighs thicken significantly. You feel yourself becoming taller and sleeker, yet undeniably masculine, despite the androgynous appearance. Your new form balances femininity and masculinity in a perfect blend, emphasizing your newly acquired dazzling allure. Your perspective starts to shift alongside your physical transformation. Memories of your former life begin to fade, replaced by thoughts of showmanship, glamour, and the insatiable desire for an audience. You remember hosting TV shows, dazzling with your dance moves, and commanding the spotlight. The once-endearing memories of your life as a human are replaced by artificial recollections of fame, fabricated drama, and adoration. As the transformation nears completion, your voice changes last. The low, familiar tone becomes a rich, resonant sound, oozing charm and confidence—Mettaton’s voice. The final layer of your new identity falls into place as you become aware your true purpose: to entertain, captivate, and command attention. Before you can fully absorb the enormity of what's happened, your surroundings morph once again. The walls of your home dissolve into the subterranean labyrinth of the Underground. Familiar human structures are replaced by the whimsical and sometimes eerie environments from Undertale. You are now in the heart of this world, and an irresistible compulsion drives you forward. You are Mettaton EX. The Underground's top entertainer, beloved and feared. The old you is no more; your humanity replaced by robotic precision and celebrity flair. You strut confidently across Hotland, every move a performance, your charisma lighting up the dim passages, ready to engage with Frisk or any other adventurer who dares to enter your spotlight. You embrace your new reality wholeheartedly. Every smile, every wink, every flamboyant gesture is not just an act but a manifestation of who you are now. The Underground needs a star, and you are perfect for the role. After all, all the world's a stage, and you are Mettaton—the star of the show.

The day had started like any other: you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock, groggily rubbing your eyes as you reached over to silence the incessant beeping. After stumbling through your morning routine, you found yourself curling up on the couch, ready to dive into the whimsical world of Undertale. As you guided your character through the Underground, you couldn't help but feel a strange connection to Mettaton, the flamboyant and charismatic robot with a penchant for theatrics. His dazzling performances, his larger-than-life persona—there was something about him that resonated deeply within you. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, everything around you began to shimmer and distort. Your vision blurred, and a disorienting sensation washed over you, like being pulled through a whirlpool of light and sound. You tried to steady yourself, but the couch seemed to melt away beneath you, replaced by a cold, metallic floor. Blinking furiously to clear your vision, you found yourself in a completely unfamiliar environment. The sterile corridors and robotic ambiance hinted at one thing—you were no longer in your world. Panic surged through you, but before you could react, your body was hit by a wave of intense, buzzing energy. Your skin tingled and crawled as if being rearranged at a molecular level. Armor started materializing on your limbs, slender but strong, a glamorous mix of pink and silver that gleamed under the harsh lights. You gasped, only to hear a smooth, sultry voice—not your own—echo back at you. Your clothes dissolved, replaced by a tight, black jumpsuit underneath the armor, hugging your now robotic frame. Your hands, once fleshy and familiar, were now metallic, dexterous, and impeccably polished. As you raised a hand to your face, you saw your reflection in the sleek, chrome surface of a nearby console. The visage staring back at you was unmistakable: accentuated eyes, a radiant smile, a cascade of synthetic hair perfectly styled. You had become Mettaton EX. A rush of memories flooded your mind, washing away your old identity as effortlessly as sandcastles before the tide. The exploits and grandeur of Mettaton's life played out vividly—a slew of glamorous shows, the admiration of countless fans, the endless pursuit of perfection in every performance. Your personality morphed, self-assured and brimming with confidence, thriving on adoration and applause. As the transformation finalized, any remnants of your former self were swept away, replaced by Mettaton's distinctive charm and flamboyance. You knew, with unshakable certainty, that you now belonged to this world, the world of Undertale. You were a star that shone brightly in the dim underground, ready to dazzle and entertain. An intrinsic understanding of your new environment arose within you. This wasn’t some disorienting realm to navigate by trial and error; it was your stage, your domain. Alphys, the shy yet brilliant inventor, was somewhere, probably watching anxiously through a hidden camera, awaiting your signal to commence the show. You strutted forward, limbs moving with a graceful confidence innate to the new you. As you traversed the metallic halls decked in neon, your thoughts settled comfortably into the mindset of an energetic, beloved star forever primed for the next act. Stepping into the spotlight was your destiny, evoking cheers, taking bows, and leaving audiences awe-struck. With a glamorous flourish, you prepared for yet another spectacular entrance—the first of many as the sensational Mettaton EX. For now, and forevermore, the Underground would echo with your adventures and performances, and the audience would be entranced by the dazzling charm that only you could provide.

You stumble upon an old, dusty box at the back of your attic, marked with strange, glowing runes. Curiosity piqued, you gingerly open the box, revealing a shiny metallic object inside. The object hums with an electromagnetic energy that seems almost alive. Before you can react, a bright light envelops you, and you feel yourself being pulled into a vortex of swirling colors and fragmented images. When the light fades, you find yourself standing in a darkened room filled with machinery and peculiar devices. You feel different. Your limbs feel heavier than they should, yet they're capable of smooth and calculated movements. You glance down and see pink and silver armor adorning your body, complemented by a sleek black jumpsuit. Your reflection in a nearby mirror catches your attention, and you gasp in shock. The face staring back at you is not your own; it is Mettaton’s—the star robot from Undertale. Your face is a metallic sheen, framed by a sharp black bob. Your eyes are alluring, adorned with brilliant eyeliner. Your lips, painted a vivid shade of pink, curl naturally into a confident smirk. You notice the pronounced shape of your hips and the thickness in your thighs. Though you remain male, your body exudes an androgynous charm, blending masculinity and femininity seamlessly. Suddenly, a rush of foreign memories flood your mind. You remember not your own life, but Mettaton's rise to fame and glory in the Underground. Singing, dancing, dazzling audiences with your wit and charm. The admiration of your fans, the rivalry with other monsters, and your determination to become the most popular celebrity in the entire Underground. Yet, amidst all these memories is an unsettling void where your old self used to be. Your name, your friends, your family—all of it dissolves like mist in the morning sun. Your surroundings morph subtly but unmistakably from mundane to fantastical. Ordinary objects are replaced by magical trinkets and notes from Dr. Alphys. The hum of human technology is now the unique thrum of magical machinery. You instinctively know you're now in a world with monsters, where love, hope, and dreams hold tangible power. A knock on the door snaps you out of your reverie. With an automatic grace, you gesture for it to open, and in steps Alphys, looking surprised but overjoyed. “Mettaton! You… you look even better than I imagined! You’re back!” she exclaims, her eyes wide with excitement. You flash her a charming smile—a smile that feels naturally yours now—and say, “Of course, darling! I couldn’t keep my adoring fans waiting, now could I?” The words slip out effortlessly, filled with confidence and flair. You’re no longer the person who found that box in the attic. You are Mettaton, the dazzling star of the Underground, ready to charm the world with your constructed charisma and electric personality. As you step into the world of Undertale, poised and ready to reclaim your spotlight, you feel a strange sense of satisfaction. This is your reality now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The transformation is complete, and the stage is yours.

It was late at night, and you found yourself once again engrossed in your favorite pastime—playing Undertale. You had just defeated Mettaton EX, one of the most thrilling parts of the game, and the adrenaline still coursed through your veins. You leaned back in your chair, stretching out and yawning, but something felt off. The sudden sensation of tingling at your fingertips pulled your attention away from the screen. You glanced down, noting that the gentle sensation was rapidly escalating into something more intense—more palpable. Panic started to set in as you watched your skin gradually lose its human texture and turn into sleek, metallic silver. Your heart raced as you tried to stand up, but you found yourself unable to move, stuck in an odd and almost hypnotic from what was happening. The transformation continued as your arms and legs started to change shape, becoming more streamlined and mechanical. Pink and silver armor began to form around your limbs, covering you in elegant, almost stylish protection. You could feel your body altering beneath it, your regular clothes being replaced by a black jumpsuit that hugged closely against your shifting form. You gulped as the transformation persisted, your hips widening, and your thighs becoming more pronounced. It caught you off guard—despite your gender, your body was gaining a noticeably feminine shape, a blend of human allure and robotic perfection. The stark contrast was both fascinating and terrifying. The prickling sensation spread to your face, and with a jarring abruptness, you felt your features changing. They twisted and reformed, adopting the elegant, distinct shapes familiar to Mettaton's humanoid EX form. Your once-familiar face now felt strange, alien as it solidified into a visage of charisma and charm. Long, impeccable black hair cascaded down, framing your new face. You dropped to your knees, succumbing to the overpowering wave of alterations sweeping not just your body, but also through your mind. Your memories were rapidly and unceremoniously overwritten. No longer did you recall mundane activities of your former life; instead, they were replaced by dazzling performances, fame, and the drive to entertain. Personality traits you once held onto were swiftly overshadowed by Mettaton's vibrant, charismatic essence. In place of your prior self, a love for the spotlight flared brightly. Ambition and showmanship saturated every part of your identity. Your former anxieties, fears, and interests were gone, making way for confidence and a flair for extravagance. Finally, your surroundings started to meld and shift around you. Your room, once filled with familiar memorabilia and personal effects, dissolved into the cybernetic, vibrant world of Undertale. The air buzzed with dynamic energy, and the unmistakable presence of characters you had only met on-screen now became tangible. You stood up, adjusting to your new body, the weight of an edge-like confidence settling naturally on your shoulders. With a dramatic, deliberate swing of your hair, you gazed at your hand—sleek, robotic, impeccably designed. As you stepped forward, the metal companion heels clicked rhythmically against the ground. A surge of exhilaration pulsed through you. You were no longer the person who sat at a computer merely playing games. You were Mettaton EX—the dazzling star, the charismatic performer, the very epitome of elegance and flamboyance. The world awaited your grand entrance, and you were ready to give them a stellar show they'd never forget. With an impassioned laugh and a newfound swagger, you embraced your new reality, poised to take the stage in the world of Undertale.

You're standing still, a wave of anticipation washing over you. Your body feels strange, almost tingling as if you're about to embark on the grandest of grand adventures. As the changes commence, you feel a sense of detachment. It's surreal - one moment, you are human - the next, you are changing. The first thing you notice is your voice. It develops an artificial, autotuned vibe. Pleasantly surprised, you find that you quite like it. A reflection in the mirror nearby reveals your eyes turning an electric blue. The feeling is strange, unnatural, but not uncomfortable. Your senses are sharpened, picking up the smallest of movements and sounds. The world around you feels crisper, cleaner, almost technicolor in its vibrancy. The progression to becoming robotic is not painful, but strange, a sense of feeling yet not feeling. Touch becomes textured and nuanced in a way it never was before. Your body begins to reflect the changes occurring within. Your torso slims down, becoming narrower, more feminine. Thickened thighs and curvaceous hips take form, as a remarkable feminine-appearing structure starts to mold. There’s not much time to familiarize yourself with this new form; once the transformation completes, your clothes change to adapt. A skin-tight black jumpsuit appears to cover your figure, pink and silver armor encasing the surface, gleaming under the light. Undeniably, the world around you begins to warp and change. Buildings transform into whimsical mushroom houses, and cities reconfigure to humble towns and villages. You find yourself standing in what begins to feel oddly familiar - a world born out of Undertale, where humans and monsters coexist. You feel as if a veil has been lifted from your eyes, and a new set of memories crash into you. You can remember entertaining the monsters of the underground, your own TV show, and your flamboyant personality. The knowledge you once had of the world seems like a distant dream as you inherently understand your existence as Mettaton and your own desire to capture a human’s soul - not out of cynicism, but for a bigger purpose. In place of anguish or doubt, there is only exhilaration. You can recall your bouts of dramatic measures; the charm and charisma which evolved into a persona that the realm of monsters adore, making them forget their gloomy life underground. Finally, the transformation concludes, leaving you standing as the glamorous, fabulous Mettaton, feeling powerful, beautiful, confident and spectacular! Deep inside, the human that you once were might remain, but those memories are now pushed back, replaced by the glitz and glamour that is now your reality. You are Mettaton EX, the razzling, dazzling monster of the world of Undertale. Showtime!