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Question: Write the 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 the 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 only ever remember 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).
--- Your day starts like any other. You're going through your typical routines when suddenly, your surroundings grow fuzzy, almost like a television screen with bad reception. You blink, trying to clear your vision, but when you open your eyes again, everything has changed. The familiar world you know is gone, replaced by a dark, but vibrantly colorful subterranean world you can barely recognize. This is the Underground. "Hello, darlings!" A voice, dripping with charisma and sophistication, calls out to you. Wait... that was your voice? You look down at yourself and gasp. Metallic skin glistens under the low light. Your body seems longer, sleeker. You feel yourself growing, stretching from your usual height to an almost imposing seven feet. Your old clothes are gone, replaced by an intricate ensemble with black shoulder pads, latex-clad legs, and high-heeled boots. These boots! They're adding to your height, making you feel even more commanding. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a nearby, shiny surface. A humanoid robot stares back at you, with long black hair and a strikingly handsome face. Hot pink irises shimmer with an almost sentient light. "No, this can't be happening," you think, desperately trying to hold onto who you are. But your thoughts are becoming jumbled, tangled with new crisscrossing memories, desires, and motivations that aren't your own. "W-What's happening to me?" you voice, but it's not your voice anymore. It's Mettaton's, melodic and refined, almost musical. Each inch of your body experiences a sensation like being turned metal—yet, it feels natural, almost like it’s your true form. You've grown hips, curvy and smooth, and you can feel the added weight as if they had always been there. You try to focus on the people you care about, your previous life, but they blur away like old, fading photographs. Your thoughts turn to something else. "Why hello there!" you suddenly hear yourself say. Why did you say that? You meet the eyes of a monster staring in awe at you and instinctively strike a pose, as if on cue. The rush of attention, the wave of adoration—it feels invigorating, like fuel to a fire burning deep within. "Wow, Mettaton, you look amazing today!" someone shouts. The name rings a bell, no, it resonates deeply within you, stirs sleeping memories and emotions programmed to react to such praise. Your legs begin moving on their own, you find yourself performing, singing a tune you somehow know by heart. The confidence, the charisma—it all flows so naturally now. The more you embrace it, the more the previous you fades away. "Mettaton, isn't it your showtime soon?" another character, a small monster, questions, tugging at your metallic forearm. "Ah, of course! How could I forget? The show must go on, darlings!" You flash what you know is a dazzling smile, despite the pang of internal confusion. How could you forget, indeed? Remembering becomes increasingly hard. The person you used to be feels like a dream. The reality is the Underground, your shows, your ratings. You care, deeply, about the entertainment and the excitement you bring into the lives of these monsters. You pause slightly at the thought of hurting humans but quickly dismiss it. Your intentions are more complex; your actions are not driven by hate but by showmanship, the thrill of the storyline. Alphys, Napstablook. Names you shouldn't know, but that now feel like integral parts of your life. "Come on, Mettaton! The audience is waiting!" Shouts to hurry you up, and they pull you back into what you now accept as your existence. You walk, no, you glide towards the stage, feel the power in your every move, the adulation in every gaze that follows. Every aspect of your personality is now infused with your new reality. You are confident, charismatic, dramatic. Your every desire revolves around attention, beauty, ratings. You are Mettaton, beloved by the Underground. "Lights, camera, action!" you declare, and with it, the final thread snaps. The past is gone. You know only this life now, the one you're eager to live out with every fiber of your being. You strike another pose; it feels perfect because it is. You are Mettaton, and your show is about to begin. ---
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