Finally. We have arrived at what is known as Grandfather Station. Please leave your luggage behind as I will promptly steal all of your bananas

Speak of the devil and he will appear. Grandfather Joe was lying in the snow, dead. His snow white beard blending well with his snowy surroundings. John couldn't see him breathe, but maybe he was just a bit blind.

"Mom!" He yelled.

"What!"

"Grandpa Joe's dead!"

"Poke him a few times with a stick!"

'Does it work?!"

"Worked the first dozen times!"

"Thanks!" And with that, John grabbed a nearby broom and whacked Grandpa Joe with it.

Whack, whack, whack

His constant whacking woke Grandpa Joe up at the fourth whack, blood ran from his mouth as he looked at John with a confused look on his face.

"Who're you?" the old man asked, with confusion befit a man that was whacked a few times by a broom.

"Mom! Grandpa Joe has amnesia!"

"Whack him once more!"

"Thanks!" He whacked the old man once more in the head and it felt like something fell back into place.

"John?" Grandpa Joe asked as he looked at him. "Why are we outside? I'm freezing."

Grandpa Joe got off the ground and wiped his blood off at the door. His mother came running and hugged the man.

"Papa!" said his mother and aunt. "I missed you two." His grandfather replied.

John felt a singular tear shed from his eye as he watched the heartwarming reunion between father and daughters.

"Haha, John's crying." He heard Rebecca say.

"It's not crying. These are the salty tears of a man."

"Whatever you say."

After that touching reunion, John was immediately brought aside by his grandfather. He had privately wanted a tiny chat with his grandson. John had recommended his room as a place to chat and they went there.

"Nice room John," His grandfather said as he inspected the place. "Where you hide the porn?"

John brought himself closer to the man and looked left and right to see if the coast was clear. "The bathroom," he said after confirming no one had overheard.

"The cupboards?"

"Above."

"Hidden and allowing for easy access. You really took my teachings to heart John," the old man said as he slapped John's back and his spine fractured from the **** of the slap. For the second time thanks to erotica fiction, instead of getting a boner like earlier, he healed instantaneously.

"But that's not the reason I took you upstairs to talk John." The old man's face suddenly shifted to a serious one. "I have something to give you. A family heirloom of some sorts."

"Is it earrings?" John asked.

"What? Why would I give you earrings?"

"Read a story about earrings once. Wasn't the same man after that." John shuddered as he remembered that thing he read.

"Ignoring that. It is tradition for it to be passed down through the generations. It was supposed to be passed down to your father but that bastard left before I can give it to him."

"Bastard," He growled at the mere mention of that name. His father was discovered to have a mistress and was sleeping with her. When they discovered the affair, he was out of the house faster than you can say "Fuc-"

"Seeing as you are the only male descendant left. I am entrusting this to you." From the depths of his pockets, Grandpa Joe took out a watch. It was a weird watch, there were four buttons on it.

Each button was labeled.

'Attraction'

'Normality'

'Obedience'

'Stop'

"What is this?" He asked, curiosity evident in the way he spoke.

His grandfather laughed as he placed the watch on the table next to him. "I can't tell you. Discover these things on your own."

And with that, his Grandfather left his room and bid goodbye to his family.

"But, Papa." He heard his mother say. "You forgot the wine!" She came out running with the wine bottle in hand but his Grandfather was already in the car and driving out of the driveway.

John glanced at the watch. He was curious, as anyone should be if faced in a similar situation. Emulating the many protagonists of the stories he read, he decided to do as they did.

"Time to experiment."