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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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), 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 on fighting off the new personality and memories, 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 world around you begins to shimmer, colors blending and swirling like a painter throwing every pigment onto their canvas. Your body vibrates with an intensity that feels like it's reverberating from your very bones. You clutch at your chest, heart pounding wildly as the transformation begins. Your skin tingles, a feeling starting at your fingertips and creeping up your arms. Silver flecks appear, first a speckling and then spreading into a full metallic sheen. You try to scream, but your voice sounds hollow, distorted, as if coming from a speaker rather than your own throat. Instinctively, you try to take a step back, but your legs start to elongate, stretching beyond their usual span. The world around you seems to compress as you grow taller and taller. Your height progresses until you stand nearly seven feet tall, your perspective on the world quite literally elevated. Looking down, you see your limbs changing, no longer the flesh and bone you remember but supple, articulated joints that reflect the light. Your arms turn bendy, silver-colored, and extremely flexible — more like springs than human arms. Legs turn into long black, latex-clad forms, leading down to high-heeled boot-like feet. Once strong, your hands now end in segmented, white-gloved fingers. You reach up, grazing your cheeks, but your face is not the soft flesh it used to be; it’s smooth, cold metal. You feel the metal segments above and below your left eye, and your finger runs over the fringe of black hair covering your right eye — a look so defining, so intrinsically Mettaton. The reflection in the metallic surfaces around you shows a pair of hot pink irises staring back, adding to the unfamiliar yet undeniably spectacular visage of Mettaton EX. Your chest feels strange, chestpiece distinctly separated into black and pink sections. Touching the left pec, you sense a tiny dial. On your right, a speaker hums with your every breath, amplifying the sound. It’s both alien and familiar, merging into what you must accept as your new reality. You try to latch onto your memories, but each moment slips through mental fingers like sand through a sieve. Faces, names, moments—everything is spiraling out of reach. Instead, new memories flood in: the glamour of the spotlight, the adoration of fans, the thrill of performing. You recall the shows, the drama, and even the stage lights glaring down as you captivate the Underground with every flip of your hair and every note of your song. However, remnants of resistance remain. “Who… am… I?” The thought is faint, nearly overpowered by the boisterous persona that threatens to take over completely. A voice echoes from the depths of your mind, one you recognize yet no longer associate with your former self. “Darling, you are Mettaton! The most fabulous star the Underground has ever seen! You live for the spotlight, the ratings, and the applause.” “No… this isn’t—” You try to argue, but it’s drowned out by Mettaton’s charm, charisma, and unwavering confidence. The door to the room opens, and Alphys steps in. Her face lights up when she sees you, no, Mettaton. “M-Mettaton! You’re… just as amazing as ever!” Words pour out of your mouth, smooth and captivating. “Of course, darling! Amazing is my middle name. Ready for today's big show, darling?” A part of you wonders if Alphys can see the shadow of the struggle within, but her admiration reflects nothing but belief in Mettaton, the star. Your thoughts retreat, shadows against the overwhelming brilliance of Mettaton’s memories. "Let’s make some ratings history, darling!" they have fully become Mettaton's thoughts, without a trace of the initial desperation that marked the transition. Down the hall, Burgerpants scurries past, rolling his eyes. "Ugh, here comes the boss," he mutters, but there’s a hint of respect amidst the exasperation. Each step you take feels more natural, the world of Undertale wrapping around you like a familiar costume, and before long, the struggle vanishes completely. There's no more you—only Mettaton. You'll always remember the cheers, the adoration, and the promise of always being in the limelight. And maybe, somewhere deep down, a part of that human soul you used to have feels a small, bittersweet pang of loss. But for Mettaton, the show must always go on.
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