Metal Matt Fan Fic: Glen's Humble Beginnings

[Metal Matt]

Well, Gee has inspired me to write again. This is a bit of a prequel to Seed Of Chucky (or in this case, Metal Matt's Seed Of Chucky). This will follow Glen's first years with Psychs...

ACT I, PART I:

We focus on a cemetery at night. It is revealed to be the Hackensack Cemetery. A man is walking into the cemetery. The man has a thick English accent, long black hair, and is wearing a leather vest with leather pants.

MAN: Alright, let's see what we can find here. There's gotta be somethin' supernatural for me to use in me shows.

The man continues to walk throughout the cemetery. He sees an open grave in which CHARLES LEE RAY's corpse is still there.

MAN: Human bones. That ought ta go well.

Suddenly, he comes across a amulet. It is gold with a red jewel in the center. On the back of the amulet, the words "Ade, Due, Damballa, Awake" are seen.

MAN: Well, this is worth keeping.

The man puts it in his pocket. Suddenly, a tiny, unknown thing attacks him. It attacks him for a few minutes before the man throws him off. The man is able to take a good look at the unknown thing attacking him. It is a baby covered in blood. It is squealing. It has sharp teeth and giant eyes.

MAN: What the 'ell are ya?

The baby flings itself at the man before the man pulls out a tazer, incapacitating the baby.

MAN: Where did you come from, 'ell?

The man gets on the phone.

MAN: 'ello? Yeah, it's Psychs here. I think I found somethin' that I can use in the new shows. Yeah, you just gotta see this thing. I'll be on the first plane back to England in a few hours. I think you're gonna love this, man. I'll see ya in a few.

PSYCHS picks up the baby and looks at it.

PSYCHS: Well, you are an ugly little thing. What ta call you. Oh, I know something. Something perfect. S**tface. It works for ya. Alright, let's get back to the airport. You are gonna make me rich and popular, little one...

[Zephyr]

Awesome job! I can not wait to read more!

[Spanky]

Good job man, very interesting.

[Metal Matt]

ACT I, PART II:

PSYCHS and S**TFACE arrive in England. PSYCHS enters his manager's office.

MANAGER: So how was America?

PSYCHS: Bloody terrible, mate. Don't see what the big deal is.

MANAGER: Well, anyway, you said you had somethin' for ya shows?

PSYCHS: Yeah, I do. I think you and everybody's gonna love it, mate.

MANAGER: Alright, let's see it.

PSYCHS: Here it is.

PSYCHS pulls out S**TFACE.

MANAGER: What the hell is that?

PSYCHS: Ya know, I've been asking myself that question for the past couple of days. But I think people are gonna love it.

MANAGER: How do ya know? People could very well hate it!

PSYCHS: Bloody 'ell, mate, get in touch with the modern world. This is the 90s. Look at guys like Rob Zombie and Marilyn Manson. They've made a living looking like they do.





















PSYCHS: Ya know what I mean? This kind of thing sells.

MANAGER: Alright, we'll try it. But if this fails, it's on ya, Psychs. One chance, Psychs, that's all I'm giving you.

PSYCHS: And that's all I need. By tomorrow, we will be on every magazine, every newspaper, on every news show on the telly.

Later that night...

ANNOUNCER: And now, ladies and gentlemen... what you've all been waiting for! S**tface...and the latest, greatest ventriloquist in Europe! The psychotic Psychs!

PSYCHS: Thank ya! Thank ya all! This grotesque abomination... he ain't even anatomically correct. I recently found him in a cemetery back in the US... he tried to rip me from 'ell. And now, he is 'ere to make everybody's lives a livin' 'ell.

After the show, PSYCHS meets up with his manager.

MANGER: That was quite amazin' Psychs. Those people are eatin' it up!

PSYCHS: Yep, this little doll is the best thing to happen to me.

MANAGER: Great news, Psychs! All the magazines are burning up the wires, wanting you for their covers!

PSYCHS: Very nice. This is bloody brilliant, mate.

[Spanky]

I am liking it so far dude, keep it up!

[Metal Matt]

ACT II, PART I:

Six years have passed. A magazine in England is talking to PSYCHS.

MAGAZINE INTERVIEWER: Thank you Mr. Psychs for joining us. LAst night you and your puppet, S**tface, performed a fantastic show here in London. So how did you get the idea for this whole thing?

PSYCHS: Well, ya know, England, as we all know has been pretty borin'. We need somethin' excitin'. So I turned to ventriloquism. And it's without the doubt the best thing that ever happened to me. For the past 6 years, It's been a jolly good gig, ya know?

MAGAZINE INTERVIEWER: A lot of people here have compared you to the roadie from Wayne's World 2. Any comment on that?

PSYCHS: Well, I ain't no bloody roadie, that's fa sure. I'm the greatest ventriloquist in all of Europe, and I haven't looked back since.

MAGAZINE INTERVIEW: Well, thanks for your time Mr. Psychs, and be sure to check out Psychs and S**tface on tour throughout Europe!

The magazine interviewer leaves. PSYCHS returns to his dressing room. He comes across S**TFACE, trapped in a cage, and now six years old.

S**TFACE: So how did it go?

PSYCHS: What did I say? I have told you, time and time again, never to talk to me. Understand?

S**TFACE: Well, I just th-

PSYCHS: I SAID NEVER! Ya got that?

S**TFACE: Oh- Okay.

PSYCHS: Now, you're going to have ta be punished.

PSYCHS grabs a lighter. He burns S**TFACE's fingertips.

PSYCHS: Maybe now, you'll be able to learn not to bother me. Now I'm off to the loo. Don't touch anything, ya got that? Here, I'll turn on the telly. Maybe that'll keep ya company for a bit. I'll be in here for a while. Those Taco Bell breakfasts come back to haunt ya.

PSYCHS turns on the TV. Entertainment Tonight is on.

FEMALE REPORTER: We're here in Hollywood where production is underway on the new horror flick "Chucky Goes Psycho". The film tells the urban legend of Chucky and Tiffany. Two dolls supposedly possessed by serial killers. The dolls were found in the scene of real life murders which remain unsolved to this day. We're here with Chucky and Tiffany right now, as well as the director of this film. As you can see, production is going strong here in Tinseltown. That's a wrap for Entertainment Tonight reporting from Hollywood. For as you can see, Chucky and Tiffany are alive and well. You can catch their movie in theaters next Halloween.

CHUCKY raises his arm to reveal a "Made In Japan" mark. S**TFACE raises his own arm to see that he has an identical mark of his own.

S**TFACE: I'm no orphan after all!

[Metal Matt]

ACT II, PART II:

PSYCHS comes out of the bathroom.

PSYCHS: Well, you were crap last night. You are going to have to be more scary.

S**TFACE: Scary?

PSYCHS: Let's rehearse, shall we?

PSYCHS puts a black rat inside S**TFACE'S cage. Instead of being frightened, S***FACE leans down to pet it.

S**TFACE: Hello.

PSYCHS gives a frustrated sigh. He lightly hits his head on S**TFACE'S cage.

PSYCHS: Look, you gotta learn to tap into your killer instincts. Give in to your natural impulses, or else I'll have to...

PSYCHS holds up a lighter.

PSYCHS: Fire your arm?

The black rat bites PSYCHS. He falls to the ground. S**TFACE escapes from his cage. We cut to outside, where PSYCHS is chasing after S**TFACE.

PSYCHS: HEY! COME HERE!

S**TFACE is able to jump into the back of a truck, full of packages and garbage. A few boxes fall out of the truck. The truck outruns PSYCHS, leaving him on the street alone. PSYCHS kicks a box in frustration.

PSYCHS: Well, that's just great. My whole career, my livelihood, all ruined, thanks to that doll.

PSYCHS picks up the box and sees an address on it. It reads LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.

PSYCHS: Going on a trip to Hollywood, eh? Don't mind if I join ya.

Several days later, METAL MATT is eating in his favorite diner.

WAITRESS: What'll it be honey?

METAL MATT: I think I'll have the usual, Cora- Cup of coffee, and chicken and waffles.

WAITRESS: Certainly. Oh, by the way, how's the new album coming along?

METAL MATT: Well, sadly I'm having a little bit of writer's block right now. I guess I just need to take a break for a little bit.

WAITRESS: Well, you'll overcome it, and come back bigger and better than ever. Your food's on the way.

METAL MATT: Thanks, Cora.

The TV switches from a commercial to to the beginning of the Access Hollywood story on "Chucky Goes Psycho".

METAL MATT: Hey, Joe, can you turn up the TV? [TV is turned up] Thank you, man. So, that's where those two are.

METAL MATT goes outside into his car, where S**TFACE is sitting in the passenger seat.

METAL MATT: Um, who are you?

S**TFACE: Wait, you're Metal Matt, aren't you.

METAL MATT: Yes. Yes I am. Is there something I can do for you?

SH**FACE: Did you know these two? [hands him a picture of the CHUCKY and TIFFANY dolls and The Heart Of Damballa amulet]

METAL MATT: Yeah. I knew them very well. What's this got to do with you?

SH**FACE: I think I'm their offspring.

METAL MATT: Really? Well in that case, my name is Metal Matt. I'm looking for those two myself. They're called Chucky and Tiffany. And I think I know where they are.

METAL MATT and S**TFACE take off as PSYCHS arrives, having hijacked an armored truck.

PSYCHS: There's my little doll. I am going to take you back, and you are going to make me rich and famous. And we're going to do it in Hollywood.

METAL MATT and SH**FACE arrive on the set.The two enter the props section, where they see CHUCKY and TIFFANY.

METAL MATT: Well, here they are. I can't believe how well they cleaned up these dolls.

SH**FACE: Are you going to bring them back?

METAL MATT: Well, your dad was kind of a jerk, but your mom was really sweet. I'd rather just resurrect her.

SH**FACE: Can you please resurrect both of them?

METAL MATT: Fine. But I'm going to regret this...

PSYCHS arrives on the movie set. He is questioned by security.

SECURITY GUARD: Excuse me, sir, do you have proper clearance to be on this set?

PSYCHS: Ya, I'm, uh, the special effects guy.

SECURITY GUARD: Alright, the set's just a couple of miles away.

PSYCHS: Thanks. *under breath* Sucker. Dumb Americans, always so gullible.

Meanwhile, METAL MATT, CHUCKY, and TIFFANY have just killed TONY, and are attempting to figure out SH**FACE's gender.

TIFFANY: See! What did I tell you? A beautiful little girl!

CHUCKY: What? That's my boy! He just hasn't had his growth spurt yet!

METAL MATT: I say it's a girl.

CHUCKY: You're just saying that because Tiffany said it.

METAL MATT: It's not my fault she's always right. Anyway it's time this thing had a real, no foolin' name.

CHUCKY: I got it. Glen.

TIFFANY: What kind of name is that for a girl? From now on, you're... Glenda.

Someone else enters the room. It is revealed to be JENNIFER TILLY. METAL MATT and TIFFANY look on in admiration.

METAL MATT and TIFFANY: [softly] Jennifer Tilly!

JENNIFER picks up TONY's severed head, mistaking it for a movie prop.

JENNIFER: Wow! You look so real! [blood drips from the head] AHHH!!!!!

JENNIFER runs out of the prop room.

CHUCKY: Well, then, I guess she couldn't handle it.

METAL MATT: Man, shut the hell up.

PSYCHS enters the room.

PSYCHS: Hmm... where is that little doll?

GLEN/GLENDA: You three have to protect me from him.

METAL MATT: Why?

GLEN/GLENDA: He's a bad man. He's a very bad man.

TIFFANY: Don't worry sweetface. We'll take care of him.

CHUCKY: But how...

METAL MATT pulls out his knife.

METAL MATT: Mind if I throw an idea in the ring?

PSYCHS sees the blood on the floor.

PSYCHS: Look at this mess. Nasty Americans. Though this is givin' me ideas for the show...

Suddenly, a knife is thrown through PSYCHS' head. METAL MATT is revealed to be the perpetrator.

METAL MATT: Bulls-eye.

PSYCHS drops dead.

METAL MATT: Now he won't bother anyone anymore, Glenda.

Police sirens are heard.

CHUCKY: We've got to get outta here.

TIFFANY: We need to hitch a ride with someone.

METAL MATT: I know the perfect person.

Outside, JENNIFER is being swarmed by paparazzi.

PETE PETERS: Pete Peters, Celebrities Revealed. Jennifer, what did you see?

JENNIFER: Do you want me to draw a picture?

PETE PETERS: Would you? Somebody, give her a piece of paper!

JENNIFER: I'm not going to draw anything.

CHUCKY: Paparazzi scumbags.

METAL MATT: Welcome to my world. I can't take a crap without these guys taking interest.

CHUCKY: Really?

METAL MATT: Let's just say that the less said about that, the better.

PETE PETERS: Are you dating popular rock star Metal Matt?

JENNIFER: No, We're just best friends.

JENNIFER gets in her limo.

PETE PETERS: What year were you born? Give us an exact date!

METAL MATT walks to the front of the limo.

METAL MATT: Hey Jennifer!

JENNIFER: Hey, Metal Matt! Always good to see you! How are you doing?

METAL MATT: Awesome now that I've seen you. Hey, can you and your limo driver do me a favor? Can I hitch a ride home with you?

JENNIFER: Sure! Hop in!

METAL MATT: Thanks Jennifer! I owe you one!

The End.

So this one was a cool one to write, and it was especially fun inserting it into my Seed story. I might write some more. I have an idea for a story about Metal Matt terrorizing a funeral. That might be my next one. If you have any ideas or suggestions for me, feel free to let me know! Thanks for reading!

[Spanky]

Finally got around to read this. Very interesting angle man, good job.