Never in his life did Luke think he’d be up all night Googling whether or not werewolves could eat chocolate, but here he was. He’d tried a few different phrases, like ‘can werewolves eat chocolate?’, ‘chocolate and werewolves’, and ‘is chocolate werewolf poison?’. None of them got him anywhere. Lots of speculation, but that was it.
He groaned, trying ‘does chocolate kill lycanthropes?’ this time, only to find a handful of things about wolfsbane, silver bullets, and why chocolate is bad for your dog. Not at all what he needed. To be fair, most werewolf lore had nothing to do with chocolate at all.
Did people centuries ago even know chocolate was bad for dogs? Probably not.
It’d be nice if he could ask an actual werewolf, but it wasn’t like he knew any. The one who took a chunk out of him had run off howling into the night, which was kind of rude since a.) the pain was excruciating and b.) he had no idea how any of this worked.
After hours of nothing, the closest thing Luke got to an answer was someone guessing that it’d be okay if the werewolf was in human form, but not in their bestial one.
That made sense. People could eat chocolate, so as long as he wasn’t all wolfed out he’d be okay. Perfectly fine. Absolutely one hundred percent golden.
He stared at the bar of half-unwrapped chocolate that had been sitting on the desk all night. Probably shouldn’t have unwrapped it because he could smell it and that only made him want it more. Sure he’d been bitten by something that very clearly was not just a big dog, but he hadn’t turned yet.
If that chocolate could talk, it’d be calling his name. ‘Luke’, it’d be saying. ‘Eat me Luke, I am creamy and delicious. You know you want me.’
Just a bite. Just one little bite, and he’d see what happened. He was human right now, so it should be okay, right?
…But what if he wasn’t? What if he got sick from this and needed help? Who would he even go to, a doctor or a vet? A doctor would be the obvious choice, but a vet would know how to treat a sick animal. On the other hand, how would he even explain things to a vet? What was he going to do, tell them he was a werewolf? Act like he had a dog when he really didn’t?
What if they asked him to bring the dog in?
And if a doctor noticed there was something weird about him, what would he do then?
Maybe he should just eat carob instead? That was dog-safe, wasn’t it? On the other hand it was, you know, carob. He’d rather die than have to put up with carob for the rest of his life.
The chocolate it was, then. He’d take a bite and whatever happened, happened.
“Here goes,” Luke said to himself before taking a big bite of the chocolate bar and savoring its bittersweet glory. If this was the last thing he ever ate, he would be perfectly fine with that.
Nothing happened. He was fine for the rest of the night and all through the next day. Turned out werewolves were okay with chocolate after all. Well, as long as they were in human form.
He could deal with that.
Very funny. I enjoyed reading this
This is the human psyche in a nutshell. You may have been turned into something unknown, and the biggest question is if your favourite food is still edible. Also, I would do the exact same thing