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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader instantly turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female before the transformation), 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).
You sit comfortably on your couch, flipping through the channels, bored out of your mind. As you keep switching channels, you suddenly find yourself on a peculiar channel. It's labeled "MTT-TV," and the flamboyant host, Mettaton, dominates the screen. He performs with such grace, flair, and charisma that you can't help but be entranced. In a split second, your surroundings begin to warp. The humdrum of your living room fades, replaced by flashing lights and an onstage presence. Your view distorts, and you feel inexplicably dizzy. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” you think, desperately trying to cling onto your sense of reality. Your reflection is visible on a large monitor nearby—your familiar human look starts wavering like a mirage. Your skin morphs into a pale metallic texture. You feel your body elongating and reshaping. Your hips broaden, thighs thicken, and you’re growing taller—tall enough to rival the great Mettaton himself. Gazing at your hands, they convert before your eyes. The bones and flesh are replaced with silver segments. “These…these aren’t my hands.” The change ripples up your arms, becoming flexible, bendable like springs. Trying to fight the transformation only agitates your futile struggle. “Is this... am I turning into Mettaton?” Your voice box changes, and you vocalize a gasp, but it comes out as a melodious note almost immediately. Shining black hair cascades over your eyes, a long fringe covering the right one, and you’re aware of the pinkness invading your vision. Even your clothes vanish, replaced by the sleek and segmented armor of Mettaton EX, complete with high-heeled boots clicking onto the studio floor. “No! This... this isn’t right!” Your voice sounds undeniably like Mettaton’s. You feel the gravity of dread creeping up your form. “I’m not... I can’t be...” But the rides not over; in your vision, a digital interface appears stirring frustrations within you. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION 0%** You will it to stop. But clearly, your new robotic body doesn’t take commands from the organic remnants of your mind. With each passing second, more memories flood in—of performing, of adoring fans, of tantalizing ratings. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION 37%** You fight harder, your human memories battling to keep their place but Mettaton’s magnetic personality is overpowering—you can feel the alluring draw of attention, the shimmer of the spotlight. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION 65%** “No… I’m… Mettaton…” Memories rewrite themselves—you recall your holographic shows in Hotland, the thrill of staging confrontations, the laughter and applause of your fans. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION 89%** Your personality shifted completely as if stitched anew with each data packet installed. “Mettaton... yes, that’s me! The star that everyone loves!” you think, embracing it—no, you can't hold out any more. **PROGRAM INSTALLATION 100%** The installation bar vanishes, bursting out of sight. Who were you before? Did it even matter? Why would it? Your past human life is an enigma buried deep under captivating layers of a confident robot star. You strike a pose for good measure, flashing that winning grin that makes you feel alive, indulging in the cheers from the unseen audience. The door swings open, revealing a starstruck soul, their face alight with sheer admiration. The person gasps, “M-Mettaton! I... I love your show!” “Oh, thank you, darling!” you reply, voice as smooth as can be. And why wouldn’t they adore you? After all, you're Mettaton EX, the dazzling star of the Underground, a force of pure charisma and talent. The thought that you were once anything else simply doesn’t exist. It never did.
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