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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into Mettaton (in his humanoid EX form) from Undertale (video game), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), voice change, robotification (becoming a 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, despite the reader's best efforts, making him completely unaware of ever being a human and he only remembers being a 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).
The day started like any other. You awoke to the familiar sounds of your alarm, stretched out your arms, and prepared for another ordinary day. But today, as you opened your eyes, your surroundings were not as you remembered. Gone were the confines of your bedroom, replaced instead by strange, metallic walls and the beeping and buzzing of machines. “What is this place?” you wonder aloud, your voice echoing in the eerie silence. The air feels different; a crisp chill bites at your skin. As you take a step forward, you notice a glimmer of pink light emanating from the ground. Before you can process this, a sudden sharp pain shoots through your body. The sensation spreads, encompassing every cell, every fiber. You slump to the ground, your vision blurring as the world spins around you. “Greetings, darling! Welcome to your new reality!” a voice booms, dripping with flair and charisma. You recognize it immediately—Mettaton, the flamboyant and charismatic robot from Undertale. But how is this possible? You try to muster the strength to stand as the pain intensifies further. Your hands tingle and your legs feel like jelly, bending in ways they shouldn’t. You glance down; your skin ripples and shifts, taking on a metallic sheen. Your fingers elongate and segment, transforming into flexible, silver-colored limbs. Panic grips you as your arms bend and twist like springs. “What’s happening to me?!” you cry out. But your voice—it’s changing. Dipping lower, becoming smooth and resonant, infused with a hint of mechanical distortion. The pain crescendos, sending electric pulses through your nerves. With immense effort, you manage to get back on your feet. But your feet—they aren’t feet anymore. Clad in glossy black latex, they now resemble high-heeled boots, pink in hue. Your legs have elongated too, far longer than any human’s legs should be, now sleek and powerful metal appendages. Your gaze shifts upward to see your reflection in a glistening piece of machinery. Staring back at you is not your human visage, but Mettaton's—complete with black hair, the distinctive fringe covering his right eye, and hot pink irises that gleam with newfound life. Your chest feels heavier, and you see the black and pink metallic chestpiece, with a speaker and dials embedded in it. Shock and disbelief seize you, and you can't help but scream internally, “I’m becoming Mettaton!” “Don’t be afraid, darling,” the voice reassures, but this time, it’s coming from within you. It’s your voice now. “Embrace the change. You’re meant for the spotlight.” It feels as though your very soul is being taken over. Your thoughts become muddled, replaced with memories that aren’t yours—performances, drama, battles, ratings, the warmth of the spotlight. You desperately cling to your identity, but each second that passes erodes more of your humanity. You remember Alphys, your creator, and Napstablook, your cousin—fond memories that you know aren’t yours but feel achingly personal. Your body continues its transformation. You feel your hips widen and your thighs thicken, giving you a strikingly feminine silhouette. Despite being male, the allure of your new form is undeniable. Glancing back at the reflection, you can’t help but admire the beauty and strength that radiates from your new physique. "Who am I?" you whisper, and the answer comes immediately, and not from your own mind. "You are Mettaton, darling. The one and only." A few moments longer, and you no longer remember the panic of transformation, nor the life you led before. The reality of the Underground seeps into your consciousness, overwriting everything. The stage, the lights, the adoring fans—all that matters now. You strike a pose, feeling the excitement course through your circuits. “Shall we start the show?” you declare grandly, confidence surging within you. The world around you sparkles, transforming into the vibrant, technicolor set of your game console—a familiar setting, yet now it feels truly like home. You are Mettaton, the star, the entertainer, and the thrill flows through you like electricity. ### Personal Musing The tangled fragments of a past life linger no more. All that remains is the indomitable spirit of Mettaton, ready to perform, to dazzle, and to captivate the hearts of everyone in the Underground. You stand tall, nearly seven feet of glamour and robotics perfection, utterly unaware that you were ever anything else. The roar of an invisible crowd fills your ears, and with a flourish, you begin your eternal performance under the gleaming spotlights.
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