TITLE: Buttons
RATING: G? Sure…
AUTHOR: Me. AKA, the Moronic-Muffin.
OTHER: I just watched Coraline, and I was able to make so many connections from that movie to others. And I love Sands, Sandsssssssss.
Sands wobbled out of the building. He was thrown in the street, confused and blind, and where his eyes were there were two gaping holes. Blood ran down his face, but at this moment he didn't seem to care. Using his hearing and touch, he felt around. Air, air, air, air, PERSON! He grabbed the person's shoulders, noticing that it was just a small boy selling chewing gum. Smacking the gum out of his hand, Sands fished a 5$ bill out of his pocket. "Okay, kid, I really am terribly sorry about your chewing gum, butI need you to help me get around town."
"Si."
(This is where the movie merges to Coraline. Lalafhwoeihf wioeshf)
Sands accidently let the kid take him on a wrong turn, dragging him to a deserted building. There, he asked for a door.
"No! No, no! Not a building! We need to get out. Show me to the door."
The child could not understand Sands' English. The little boy led Sands to a small door, not the exit. Sands gave the kid a dollar before sending him off, muttering under his breath. Sands pryed open the door, and stepped in.
-o-
Sands woke up.
His eyes felt no more pain. In fact, he could see. His vision was blurry, but he could see. He felt his eyes in disbelief. His eyes were gutted out of his head, he was sure of that. So sure. Was he dreaming? Was he DEAD? Sands cursed under his breath, before sniffing the air, a pleasant smell wafting around. Eyes or not, Sands was hungry, so he flopped out of the bed.
Whut now?
New clothes? His old ones weren't in the best shape, but whoever did this didn't need to give him all this…
Sands followed the scent, before pausing infront of the mirror.
There, staring in his reflection, was Sands. Sands…black hair and brown eyes, tanned skin.
Wait…
Black eyes. What happened to his brown ones? What happened to the whites of his eyes?
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY PUPILS!?!?" Sands screamed. In place of his chocolate brown eyes, were two black buttons, sewn on with white thread.
"WHAT THE HELL!?!??!?!?!"
A young woman, obviously younger than Sands, peered out from a nearby doorway.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? GIVE MY EYES BACK!" Sands hollered, hands curled up into fists and his hair messy. He looked a bit like he had rabies. "GIVE 'EM BACK, BEOTCH!!"
The woman rolled her eyes. "Now now, there's no need for all that yelling, dear."
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
"I'm your mother!" She smiled sweetly.
"My mom's dead." Sands spat. "You're not my mother."
"Oh, yes I am! I'm your OTHER mother, silly!" She grinned, almost maliciously. "And, my dear, you're just in time for supper! Please, call your other father down!"
END
Okay, I'm crazy.
LULZ