That time they got stuck on the moon

It was always his dream to become an astronaut. As a young boy, he would stare at the stars for hours on end, dreaming about the day when he could leave Earth's atmosphere and explore the cosmos. As he grew older, he became more and more determined to make that dream a reality. He studied hard in school, took physics and calculus classes, and read every book on space travel he could get his hands on. He even went to college to study aerospace engineering, determined to build the next generation of spacecraft.

One day, after years of hard work and dedication, he found himself at NASA, interviewing for a job as an astronaut. He was nervous, but he had prepared himself well, and he felt confident that he could impress the interviewers. To his amazement, he was accepted into the astronaut training program. He worked tirelessly for years, training for trips into space, learning how to operate complicated spaceships, and preparing himself for all the challenges that could come his way. And then, one day, he received the call he had been dreaming of. NASA had selected him and three other astronauts to travel to the moon. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, the chance to make history and leave his mark on the world.

He spent the next few months preparing for the mission. He studied the spacecraft which he would be operating, working with his fellow astronauts to ensure that they were all on the same page. He trained every day, honing his skills until he was sure that he could handle anything that came his way. Finally, the day arrived. The astronauts boarded the spacecraft and launched into the sky, their eyes fixed on the moon, which was becoming larger and larger with each passing moment. They landed on the moon, and the astronaut stepped out of the spacecraft, his heart beating fast with excitement. He took a few steps on the lunar surface, gazing out at the endless expanse of stars that stretched out before him.

But then, something went wrong. He heard a strange noise, and he realized that the spacecraft had developed a malfunction. It wasn't responding to commands anymore, and he knew that he and his fellow astronauts were in trouble. He tried everything he could think of, but he couldn't get the spacecraft working again. He knew that they needed to get back to Earth, but he had no idea how they were going to do it. For days, he worked frantically, trying to find a solution to the problem. His fellow astronauts did the same, but none of them could figure…

Of what merely looked like the shining laughter of their beloved home, an asteroid came through the heavens suddenly, and layed it’s demonic eyes upon the pool of vulnerability. It had just gotten worse! He signaled a seemingly shaky hand towards the spacecraft. After multiple, frustrating attempts, the astronaut managed to guide his fellow companion towards their emergency button. This was their only, very slight, hope of survival. It was now or never.

At a million miles an hour, the asteroid beamed downwards, yet momentarily it stopped; it felt like a supernatural presence had rebelled against the mass destructor. Without question, the astronauts spammed the emergency button, and to their upsetting demise, only the deafening silence of space roared into their ears. They were doomed. Although, in a matter of minutes, delight struck as the asteroid was washed away into the abis. The astronauts were unsure of what unearthed being or force had glided them to this satisfactory, but were grateful to immense extent.

Silence. Panick. Silence. They were still on the slowly demoralising moon. As the shadow of death began to taunt their hopeless faces, where the oxygen was on its last stand, they closed their eyes and prayed. Miraculously, this force reappeared, and teh spaceship was in full affect, as the motors turned and cogs coiled. They immediately worshipped and were relieved.

When they had successfully landed, family and friends were nonchalant. Only the mould of desisted and debris remained on the excuse of their landing zone. The astronauts anxiously looked side to side at each other, and then to a crater barely standing a few feet away from them. The smell of fumes and smoke filled their lungs quicker than their panic that immursed inside them. What had happened?

It was only to their depressing relisation, that a mysterious device, which had the hint of what only could be a phone, read the numbers - 5067.