It's a dark and rainy night, like it always is in Metal City. It practically rained all the time. It pretty much just came with the territory. Not to mention, it was dark all the time. It was always nighttime. A lot of people didn't like that, but a few certain people did. We see a police officer grabbing the remains of a doll from a storage locker. He then drives to an unforeseen location. The camera then pans out to reveal that it is actually the Good Guys factory, albeit in deteriorating shape. It had never been the same since a doll attempted to kill a kid and his adoptive sister. The building was in poor shape, plain and simple. The interior was full of cobwebs and a corpse with plastic doll eyes shoved inside his eye sockets. It was like nobody had stepped inside the place for years. The cop gets out of his car, itself deteriorating as well. He was still unsure why he was given this old hunk of junk to begin with. Suddenly, a mysterious woman walks inside. The woman has somewhat short blond hair, and is wearing a leather outfit that is very revealing, showing off her curvy figure, including shapely legs and big breasts.
"Well, here it is, Miss..." The officer stammered.
"Tiffany's the name." The mysterious woman replied. Tiffany didn't bother to ask for the officer's name. Not like it would matter.
"Miss Tiffany." The officer said. "Well, thi-"
"Hold on." Tiffany cuts off. "Someone else is coming. A very, very, close friend. Ah, here he is."
A black 1999 Lincoln Town Sedan appears at the entrance way of the abandoned factory. It was a great car, the kind of car you would take a girl for a Sunday drive with and go really fast to turn her on. A figure opens the door and climbs out and walks towards the two. The mysterious figure towers over the two like he is Peter Steele of Type O Negative. The figure has long, teased up jet black hair, a jet-black goatee, and is wearing a ribcage t-shirt and a leather trench coat, as well as leather pants and classic Converse Chuck Taylor sneakers. The ribcage shirt might as well have been an iconic item, like the golden idol from Raiders Of The Lost Ark. It was even reported that some areas worshiped it. The man looked like a rock star, so much so the officer was wondering if he was a rock star. But alas, he was not. But it was his dream. It was his dream to leave Metal City forever and go to Los Angeles and become a rock star, where everyone would know his name. But that dream was a long way off. Lita Ford's "Betrayal" plays in the background to emphasize Metal Matt's rock star persona he had created for himself. It fit him well.
"Sorry I'm late." The figure apologized.
"You must be..." The officer asked before the figure cuts him off.
"Metal Matt." The man reveals.
"Metal Matt." The officer says, somewhat impressed. "Nice to meet someone as fashionable as yourself."
Metal Matt chuckled at the statement. "Well, I pride myself on looking different. I'm not like everybody else." Metal Matt quipped.
"Anyway," Tiffany said, wanting to return to the reason the three of them were there to begin with, "You promised us something."
"Yes, yes, I've got it." The exasperated officer said, just wanting to return home. He soon would. "The price is $500."
The cop wasn't as idiotic as he looked. Metal Matt and Tiffany, mainly Metal Matt, scoffed at this. He knew it would cost a pretty penny, but he wasn't expecting the price to be that high.
"$500?" Metal Matt balked. "This isn't a bootleg copy of The Star Wars Holiday Special, it's a doll!
The officer looked at Metal Matt strangely. He considered raising the price due to his outburst.
"Oh, whatever," Metal Matt gave in, "Here ya go."
Metal Matt and Tiffany gave the cop a combination of money, all equaling up to $500. It was going to cost them quite a bit, but both of them knew it would be worth it. The officer hands them the trash bag containing the remains of the doll.
"Thanks, Officer." Tiffany told the cop.
"You two have a good night, alright?" The cop wished the two. Though he only half heartily meant it. The two could go to Hell for all he cared.
"Oh, one more thing Officer." Metal Matt stopped the cop.
Metal Matt then pulls out his knife. He knew things were going to get messy, so he brought protection. He stabbed the cop in the heart. Metal Matt ended up pulling the heart out of the cop's chest. It was the first time Metal Matt had ever pulled out a human heart. It was rather strange. It was still beating. It had an irregular beat. Metal Matt assumed that the cop had Wolff-Parkinson-White Syndrome, where the heart beats faster than normal. Metal Matt stared intently at the heart. He was fascinated by it. It was both one of the strangest and beautiful things he had ever seen. Metal Matt threw the heart down and finished the job. He slashed the cop's throat, puncturing his carotid artery. Tiffany then pulled out her own knife and decapitated the cop. His head rolled through the factory. It reminded Metal Matt of that old Judas Priest song, "Some Heads Are Gonna Roll" from their 1984 album Defenders Of The Faith.
Tiffany smiled as she held up the trash bag containing the doll for both her and Metal Matt to see.
"We're finally reunited." She exclaimed.
The two went home with their old new friend in tow.