"Werewolf Cream" is that gadget where you rub cream on your face and it makes you turn into a werewolf when you look at anything round. I don't know what it's called in other countries, sorry ^^;

Also there will be minor violence in this chapter

Chapter 14: The Werewolf Cream Incident

Doramen hummed to himself as he gingerly slid his dinner out of the oven. He set the piping hot pizza down on the counter and closed the oven door. His belly growled as he cut the pizza, warm steam floating right to his face. He put a couple slices on a plate, went to his living room, and plopped down on the couch. After finding a TV show to watch, he started eating.

About ten minutes passed when he suddenly felt something vibrating in his pocket. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the vibrating object, which turned out to be his cellphone.

Oh great, I bet it's Doralien sending me some weird Internet picture he found, he thought crossly as he opened the message.

His eyes widened when he saw that it was actually Doraemon.

"Hey Doramen, you busy?" read the text.

"I'm eating dinner. What's up?" Doramen texted back, suddenly feeling nervous.

It sounds like Doraemon might be wanting to hang out with me… I hope I didn't just ruin everything! He can wait until I'm done eating, right?

A few minutes passed before Doraemon responded.

"Oh, sorry if I'm bothering you. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I'm kinda bored," he wrote.

Doramen looked down at his plate.

How long would it take me to eat..?

"Give me 20 minutes or so and I'll come over," he texted.

"Really? Awesome, can't wait!" Doraemon replied, adding a few heart emojis.

Doramen sent one back and then resumed eating.

…

Doramen rang the doorbell to Doraemon's house. Doraemon answered almost immediately, grinning.

"Hi!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey!" Doramen greeted back, smiling warmly.

He tried to step inside, but Doraemon wouldn't move.

"Uhh, Doraemon, I can't come inside if you're blocking the way," he said, confused.

Doraemon giggled.

"There's no reason for you to come inside. I already know what I want to do with you, and it completely involves the outdoors," he said in a semi-creepy tone.

"Oh, what is it?"

"I want to take a walk with you in the woods and, I dunno, mess around or something."

Doramen was confused. That was the strangest thing he'd ever heard Doraemon say. Walking through the woods when it would be getting dark soon was one of the last things he wanted to do, but he also didn't want to disappoint Doraemon.

"That… sounds like a lot of fun!" he said half-heartedly.

Doraemon grinned.

"Great!" he exclaimed, grabbing Doramen's paw and practically dragging him down the street.

…

"So… umm, did you have any particular activity in mind?" Doramen asked as he forced his way through a bush.

"I know this might sound weird, but I want to mess around with some gadgets," Doraemon answered, glancing down at his pocket.

Doramen felt a weight lift off his shoulders. That actually sounded fun. He was thankful that Doraemon didn't suggest something that genuinely would've been weird or awkward.

"Okay, but which ones? I mean, we have a ton," he said.

Doraemon crossed his arms thoughtfully. While he was thinking, Doramen decided to quickly speak his mind.

"Also, by the way, why did you have to drag me out to the woods for this? Why couldn't you just have invited me over to your house or something?" he asked.

Doraemon answered practically the split second Doramen finished talking.

"Just in case we decide to play with a more… dangerous gadget," he said.

But why would we mess with a gadget that could be dangerous? I don't want to risk getting Doraemon or myself hurt, Doramen thought, starting to become a little concerned.

He wondered if Doraemon was wanting to just mess with everything with reckless abandon in hopes of something "fun" coming out of it.

"I was sort of hoping we could play with something exciting," Doraemon continued.

"Define 'exciting'," Doramen said cautiously.

Is Doraemon going to pull out something that could cause serious damage? I didn't come here to get hurt! he thought anxiously as he watched Doraemon reach into his pocket.

Turns out Doramen was right about the gadget potentially causing serious damage. Doraemon pulled out a little tin of Werewolf Cream and proudly presented it to Doramen, who was immediately skeptical. Although he'd never actually seen the effects of the gadget in action, he had a basic idea of what happened.

"You sure about that?" he asked, taking a step back.

"It'll be fine! You worry too much," Doraemon insisted, scoffing.

He looked up at the sky and pointed to the sun.

"See? The sun's still out. I have something round I can look at," he said.

Doramen said nothing. He knew it was a lost cause to try and convince Doraemon it was a bad idea. His anxiety worsened as he watched Doraemon open the tin of Werewolf Cream.

I hope you've used that stuff before and you know what to expect, because I sure don't…, he thought, watching Doraemon rub some of the Werewolf Cream on his cheek.

Once the Werewolf Cream was rubbed in, Doraemon proceeded to look directly at the sun. He clearly didn't think about the consequences, because he immediately looked away and covered his eyes while wincing in pain. Doramen wasn't sure whether he should feel bad for his lover or not. He watched in silence, only wondering what would happen next.

"Wow, that was a bad idea…," Doraemon groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

He looked around him, blinking rapidly to get his eyes to adjust. Looking directly at the sun had temporarily messed up his vision to where he couldn't see a thing. As things slowly started to take shape again, his gaze couldn't help but lock on Doramen. The red robot cat's fur stood out against the mostly green environment behind him. The first part of Doramen that Doraemon could make out was his head. His round, circular, head.

By the time Doramen realized what had happened, Doraemon was already transforming. He backed away from the yellow robot cat, praying that he could control himself.

Only a few seconds passed before Doraemon was fully transformed. He stared right at Doramen, growling. Doramen was on the brink of panic. He had no idea what state of mind Doraemon had.

Does he still know it's me, or am I about to get eaten?

Were-Doraemon stared for a moment longer before lunging. Doramen screamed like a little girl, and had no time to run away before he was tackled. He continued to let out panicked cries as Were-Doraemon bit his pocket, his now-sharp teeth cutting his belly a little. Were-Doraemon yanked Doramen's pocket off his belly and started chewing and ripping it to pieces. Doramen used this opportunity to get up and hide in some nearby bushes.

After Were-Doraemon shredded the pocket, he started looking around for Doramen. But, with nothing round to look at, he quickly started going back to normal. Doramen continued to hide, not daring to risk Doraemon getting "triggered" again by his round body parts.

Doraemon soon returned to normal. He looked around, confused.

"Doramen? Where did you go?" he asked.

"I'm in the bushes! I'm not gonna come out because you might transform again if you see me!" Doramen called, purposely rustling the bushes around him.

Although he'd never admit it, that attack had scared the crap out of him. He had to fight hard to stop his voice from shaking when he spoke. Doraemon looked down at the remains of Doramen's pocket, slowly realizing what he'd done.

"Oh my goodness! I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, horrified at the thought of hurting his lover.

Doramen looked down at his belly. He was bleeding, but it wasn't bad. The cuts only stung a little.

"It's just some scratches, I'm fine!" he answered, honestly doubting that will reassure Doraemon.

Doraemon groaned in response.

"I can't believe I did this… This was a terrible idea…," he croaked.

Doramen honestly didn't know how to respond to that. He felt bad for Doraemon.

"This is all my fault! I hurt you and you don't have a pocket anymore!" Doraemon wailed.

"D-Doraemon, you're going to have to close your eyes so I can come out," Doramen said slowly.

He hoped it would comfort Doraemon if he hurried and got home so he could tend to his wounds.

"Okay…," Doraemon replied, closing his eyes. "They're shut tight!"

Doramen gulped nervously and slowly emerged from the brush. To his relief, Doraemon didn't transform. He walked up to his lover loudly so he could hear.

"Come on, let's go home," he said.

Doraemon nodded in agreement.

"Good idea."

Since Doramen had no pocket and they figured it would be too risky for Doraemon to try and look through his, the two ended up walking home instead of using the Anywhere Door (Dokodemo Door). When Doramen got home, he immediately took a look at his cuts. It was hard to tell how big they were because the fur on his belly was pretty thick, but he could tell the bleeding had already stopped. He concluded that he didn't need to go to the doctor, simply cleaned up the dry blood, and continued on with his night. His only problem now was coping with no longer having what could be possibly be the most iconic thing about being a robot cat.

Sorry if this was kinda awkward, I'm not too good at writing violence and stuff :c