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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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).
You can feel the pages of your favorite Undertale fanfiction flutter beneath your fingers as you lay on your bed. The soft glow of your bedside lamp barely illuminates the walls adorned with posters from the game. You've always found something special about this world, something you wish you could experience firsthand. Suddenly, a sharp, electric shock courses through your body, starting from your fingertips and racing towards your heart. The book falls from your grasp as you reel back, your vision blurring. You can barely make out the outlines of your familiar, cozy room. Everything around you begins to distort, like a whirlpool pulling you into another dimension. A cacophony of sounds invades your ears—cheering crowds, robotic tones, and the unmistakable roar of an enthusiastic TV audience. You try to cry out, but your voice feels muted, distant. You realize you're no longer in your room. Instead, you find yourself standing in the middle of a grand stage, the crowd roaring with excitement. "Welcome, everyone, to tonight's show!" A dazzling spotlight blinds you momentarily, and you hear a familiar voice echoing through the space. Mettaton's voice. You glance down to see your hands turning metallic, your fingertips morphing into sleek, bendable metal. Panic rises as the transformation spreads, reshaping your arms into flexible, silver appendages. The sensation isn’t painful, but deeply unsettling, as though your very essence is being rewritten. Your body elongates, muscles and bones converting into an intricate network of machinery. Your height shoots up, making you nearly seven feet tall. You stumble slightly, getting used to your new height. Your hips widen, and you feel your thighs thickening, giving you a shapely yet slightly feminine appearance. Long, black hair cascades over your eyes, and you feel the cold, metallic surface of your new face with your flexible fingers. Your skin has been replaced with a pale, metallic sheen, and you can feel the segments around your left eye. You notice the dial and speaker embedded in your pecs, the latter amplifying your voice. “No, this can’t be happening,” you think, attempting to cling to your former self. But it’s no use. As reality continues to shift, your memories of being human start to fade. You forget your family, your friends, your old life—all swallowed by the persona of Mettaton. Lights flash around you, and you instinctively strike a pose, relishing the audience’s reaction. You feel a surge of confidence and charisma, unlike anything you've ever experienced. Glancing into the audience, you see faces light up, cheering your name. “Darling, it's time for the grand finale!” you declare, your voice smoothly transitioning into Mettaton’s confident tone. You feel the powerful craving for attention welling up within you, an egotistical delight in your own beauty and charm. Fragments of who you once were flicker in your mind, but they dissipate like mist in the presence of such a commanding personality. You remember your shows, the drama, the action, and even the moments of genuine care for others like Alphys and Napstablook. A flicker of rebellion surfaces within your mind, one last attempt to cling to your humanity. "I can't forget who I am," you think, but the thought is soon overwhelmed by a strong wave of your new self. A smirk crosses your face as if your former self is already a distant memory. Suddenly, a familiar voice reaches your ears. “Mettaton, you really outdid yourself this time!” Alphys’s voice is filled with admiration and nervous excitement. “Of course, darling,” you respond, already falling into your natural rhythm. “I live for my audience, after all.” The words come naturally, without hesitation. Looking down at your new, metallic body and feeling the subtle hum of the machinery within, you realize there’s no going back. You are Mettaton, and the stage is your domain. You can't help but revel in the drama, the intensity, the sheer thrill of entertaining. As you strike another pose for the audience, all traces of your old self are gone. Forever replaced by the charming, confident, and egotistical robot named Mettaton. After all, the show must go on.
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