Buttons

Inside the circus tent where no one can hear you scream, You hear footsteps approaching but you think it's just a dream. He straps you down and takes eyes but now you start to beam, Your souls is his, he grabs a needle, his plan it Presteigne. He stitches in button eyes and now he can be seen. His smiling face, his souless eyes and now into routine, He let's you go, he dissappears and now you start to scream. SCP 0234 Another SCP story