A Failed Invention

                   It started out as a pretty typical day for the lawyer known as Klonoe Clark, although soon, this would no longer be the case. Klonoe was lying on his imported sofa, waiting for something to do, even if it meant having to discus another boring case with a client. He fidgeted, started to twiddle his thumbs, then let out a deep, long sigh. His grandson, Bekhin, looked up from his computer and centered his attention on the creator of this very loud and obnoxious noise.

          "Grandfather, what is the problem?" Bekhin asked, still eyeing the computer.

          Klonoe sighed, and replied,"Oh, I just am tired of waiting, you know how I am with time."

          "Yeah, I guess so." Bekhin replied, not paying attention as usual.

          Klonoe thought for a minute, and smiled.

          "Hey Bekhin!" he shouted, grinning.

          "What?" Bekhin groaned glancing over at the old man.

          "Would you like to watch television?" Klonoe asked his grandson.

          Bekhin gasped, and, his eyes gleaming, began to waggle his head up and down in rapid succession.

          "Yes please!" He shrieked excitedly.

          Klonoe smiled. "Such a wonderful child." he thought to himself.

          Klonoe then handed the remote to the child, who then bounded over to the couch and promptly sat down and began combing the many channels the television had to offer. Klonoe, losing interest rapidly, decided to return to his basement and resume his studies. Now, lately, Klonoe had a large interest in inter-dimensional travel, among other things. His son, his brother, and his friends all told him that he was crazy and his idea would never work but he didn't let that get to him. After all, Klonoe Clark was known to be a very stubborn man, and getting him to desert an idea, especially his own, was even more uncommon than a clown to come up to somebody and actually make them laugh. He made decisions on logic, not speculation, which is how he got his law degree.

          He began to traverse down the long, winding staircase, and groaned. If this worked, he would be rich, but time and time again, the program failed. He sighed deeply.

         "If it fails this time, I'll just have to give up." He reassured himself.

         Klonoe, now in his study, sat down at his smooth mahogany desk and rebooted his expensive computer tower, and turned on the HD computer monitor as well. He stared at the screen, still showing its signature loading screen. He clicked his shiny leather shoe on the wooden floor impatiently as he waited for his computer to boot. He sighed, and began to doze off...

         "Ding dong dong ding!" The computer sang.

         "Why you little trickster..." he muttered.

         He clicked on his profile picture, which was a black-and-white picture of him, his friends James and Susan. He placed his chin in his hands for a moment.

         "Those two sure do make a good couple. Just like me and Ma-" he began to think, but shook this thought away.

        Klonoe typed in his password, which was WolfLove23. He loved canines of all shapes and sizes, but his rather aggressive demeanor made it rather hard to realize this fact. He stared at his desktop, and double-clicked the program labeled as Boot.bat. He expected another message like,"The system is offline." but instead, he received a shocking sight.

There, on his screen was a command prompt window, which in itself is rather simple. Inside of the window, however, was a sight Klonoe never expected to see.

         "All systems are go. Continue? y/n." The window said.

         Klonoe gaped in astonishment, then he started to giggle, then broke into a full blown chuckle. Soon enough, he was laughing his head off. Unfortunately, a fly flew into his mouth at that exact moment.

         "Gack! Ugh!" Klonoe wheezed, hitting his back.

         "Grandpa? You alright?" Bekhin shouted, concerned.

         "Yes, I'm fine." Klonoe sighed, coughing one last time.

         "That's good. Now, please be quiet, I'm watching the television!" Bekhin shouted, annoyed.

         "What show?" Klonoe replied, just out of sheer interest.

         Bekhin sighed loudly.

         "It's My Little Pony!" he yelled. "Please leave me alone!"

         Klonoe grabbed his hair and began to growl.

        "Fine!" he shouted tiredly.

        Klonoe walked over to the computer and opened his video chat program. He selected the profile picture of James and Susan, and clicked it twice. He waited patiently as a loud ringing sound was heard from the computer. Eventually, an image of a rather middle aged man, with black greasy hair and a scar on the side of his left check appeared on the screen.

         "Klonoe, what is it?" he sighed. "It's like three in the morning!"

        "Actually, its 2:35 PM." A voice replied.

        Next to James appeared a woman, middle aged, with black silky hair, and a dog shaped earring.

        "Hey guys!" Klonoe shouted happily. "Guess what?"

        "What?" James replied picking up a muffin from a plate.

        "It works." he said, smiling like a lunatic.

        James spat out his wad of partly chewed muffin on the floor.

        "Is it that bad?" A girl sighed off screen.

        "No dear, off course not. Anyways, Klonoe, we'll be right there, but can Autumn come with us? She's been dying to play with him again." Susan asked Klonoe.

        "Sure, no problem." Klonoe answered, smiling.

        "Alright. See you there!" She stated, with a grin.

        Klonoe clicked the exit button of the program and started to prepare for the demonstration.

        Soon enough, the three visitors had arrived at the house.

        "Shall I knock?" James said tiredly.

        "Yes, you shall." Susan announced.

        Autumn face palmed.

         Bekhin was having a good day. First, he got to spend the day at his grandpa Klonoe's, now he got to watch television.

Yes, Bekhin was very happy. Then he heard a knock.

       "Who's there?" He asked suspiciously.

       "It's your aunt Susan and your uncle James!" Susan replied loudly.

       "Oh, alright." He said, unlocking the door."Come on in."

       "Thanks." James told the kid, rubbing his hair."Where's that old Klonoe gone off to?"

       "Him? Oh, he's off in his study." Bekhin replied pointing to a nearby stairway.

       "Thanks dear." Susan smiled, then walked off with James down the stairwell.

       Bekhin grinned, then walked over to Autumn.

       "Hey Autumn, I have an awesome idea!" he said, grinning ear to ear.

       "What Bekhin?" Autumn said, smiling too as well.

       "A prank!" Bekhin grinned.

       "Yes!" Autumn squealed, jumping in the air, but suddenly stopped.

       "But on who?" Autumn asked confused.

        Bekhin gestured for Autumn to follow him. Confused, Autumn complied. Down they went, listening to the adult's discussion. They sneaked into the room and hid behind the controls.

        "On the adults." Bekhin whispered, giggling.

        "Bekhin, it looks like they're doing something important." Autumn replied nervously, "We shouldn't interfere..."

         "Hm....what does THIS button do?" Bekhin squealed, pressing the button.

         "No no no no no no no!" Klonoe shouted, running to the computer.

         Klonoe gave the children an cold glare.

         "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?" he shrieked.

         "Um, pranked you?" Bekhin laughed nervously.

         Klonoe simply screamed with rage, while the machinery began to go faster, and faster.

         Klonoe ran into the living room, grabbed a backpack and shoved his laptop, wireless charger, phone, and tablet in the bag, and ran back into the study. In the study, things were....not very good.

         Autumn shrieked.

        "What's that?!?" She shouted.

        In the center of the room, what looked like a giant vortex had appeared.

        "Nothing good I bet!" James shouted, running for the stairs.

        In an instant, however, he began to fly into the vortex.

        "No! Honey!" Susan shouted, jumping in after him.

        "Eeeek!" Autumn shrieked, also flying in.

        "We're blasting off again!" Bekhin shouted, giving Klonoe his trademark goofy smile.

         Klonoe sighed as the vortex began to expand. Suddenly, he felt light headed and couldn't feel the ground. He looked around, and to his astonishment, he was flying head first into the vortex. As he entered it, he shed a tear. Then, all was black.