Back at the house, Tubbo kept giving Ranboo a look. Walkers can't read minds, so naturally, Tommy was confused. If he wasn't disguised, his tail would be idly slamming the floor, his ears twitching, and his wings swinging back and forth. Anxiety crept up Tommy's back. Was he wrong to let Tubbo off knowing he was a Walker? What if he secretly told Ranboo, and they were both trying to get him killed?

It was stupid, of course, Walkers can't die. Not anymore, at least. The weapon was destroyed decades ago. However, Walkers also couldn't reproduce, so, that was also a roadblock. Walkers would have taken over the world and become the new 'human' by now if they could reproduce.

"Tubbo, why do you keep looking at me like that?" Ranboo asked, peering curiously at the shorter boy, laughing slightly when Tubbo tried to sit straighter. "No, but seriously. What's up with you?"

"Yeah, I'd also like to know, Tubs." Tommy stared at Tubbo curiously, waiting for the boy to make eye contact. When he did, Tommy half-shifted for a split second, his eyes turning a full ice blue for a moment. Ranboo didn't notice Tommy's threat, the slightly older was too busy looking at Tubbo. 

"What?" Tubbo shrunk into the couch a bit, "What? I'm not doing anything!"

"You keep looking at Ranboo like you're trying to tell him something." Tommy narrowed his eyes. He better not try to fucking kill me, he thought, he should know Walkers are immortal now.

"What, seriously?" Tubbo glanced between them. "It's not my fault both of you are creepy cryptid walker things, okay?"

"WHAT?" Tommy and Ranboo shouted at the same time, glancing at each other. "You're a Walker?" They shared the same words again.

"Fuck off, Tubbo, everyone knows Walkers aren't real," It was Tommy's turn to give Tubbo a look, glancing quickly at Ranboo, who was giving him a look, almost offended. "What, dickhead? Why's everyone staring at me?"

"You forest-dweller!" Ranboo snarled, "You're the one that's been going through my dimension and stealing my squirrels!"

Oh shit, Tommy realized, Ranboo's the cave-dwelling walker that he's been saving sacrifices from. "What? I have no idea what you're talking abou-,"

"You have antlers," Ranboo recoiled, gesturing to his own head, two long, slightly curved horns on his own head. "Why the fuck are you in my stash?"

"CARNIVORE!" Tommy shrieked, Shifting and throwing himself at the other. "YOU FLESH-EATING PEICE OF SHIT!" 

"THIEF!" Ranboo Shifted aswell, being alot bigger than Tommy. It wasn't very long until Ranboo had Tommy pinned. "Give me back my fucking squirrels and foxes."

"SO YOU CAN EAT THE INNOCENT CREATURES FOR DINNER? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Tommy hissed, baring his fangs, ears flat against his head. His antlers, winding and great, he waved around, trying to stab Ranboo on them. He laughed triumphantly when one of his antlers lodged into something, and Ranboo hissed.

"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU! STOP!" Tubbo shouted, fear and worry and concern all tied into his voice. Tommy froze, as did Ranboo, when Tubbo raised his voice. "Please, stop."

"This bastard kills animals! And eats them!" Tommy snarled, "He ate Charlie!"

"Oh god, are you an angry vegan?" Tubbo scoffed, and Tommy instantly slid out from Ranboo's grasp.

"No, that's completely different. Those animals aren't in my forest, therefore I do not give two shits about them." Tommy rolled his eyes, speaking as if it was obvious. "This dickhead went into my dimension specifically, stealing my animals." Tommy jabbed a claw towards Ranboo, who was sat up, observing. 

Ranboo's shifted form looked like something out of a nightmare. His eyes were bright purple, and he had spikes lining his spine all the way to his long, whip-like tail. His wings were large and his claws were hooked, making efficient to tear into prey or enemies. He drooled a glowing purple acid, there was no doubt he could probably shoot it, too. Fucking Stone Walkers.

"You have no right to speak, Tremble." Ranboo hissed, and Tommy visibly tensed, his breath lost for a second. No one had the right to call the Wood Walker by his name. He preferred Tommy more.

"Sure thing, Sap," Tommy shot back.

"What? That's just not even my name," Ranboo shook his head, amusement dancing in those dumb fucking purple eyes. Tommy hated the color purple. It never meant any good.

"Okay, Luna." Tommy rolled his eyes, shifting back into a normal form. Well, mostly normal; His antlers were smaller, and he had a human body, his tail swishing back and forth. His hands were also more clawed, and he had wings sprouting from his back still. Wait, shit, Tommy winced, I tore another shirt.

Ranboo stiffened after Tommy called him Luna, the younger Walker being quick to notice. 

"No way," Tommy smiled, looking Ranboo dead in the eye-- as best as he could with Ranboo's looking-away thing. "Luna? That's your fucking name?"

Ranboo sighed, furrowing his brow. He was still shifted, making the scenario alot funnier. "Yes." He said dryly, almost as if ashamed to admit it.

"LUNA?" Tommy shouted, "That is the girliest fucking name for a Cav- hAH, You poor soul! Ranboo, also known as fucking- Luna!"

"Shut up about it!" Ranboo growled, swiping a claw at Tommy, who quickly jumped backwards, just out of reach, still laughing.

"That is the most pathetic name of someone that owns an entire void dimension," Tommy wheezed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. "What the fuck, dude, I thought your name would be some kind of fucking cool threatening sounding name that's void themed like- like Vortex or- or Basilisk or something."

"That's space a creature themed, but sure." Ranboo said dully, giving Tubbo a 'please god help me' look. He returned to the same form as Tommy; Dark horns poked through his hair, and his whip-thin tail lashed back and forth.

Silence rested over the room, weighing down on the trio for a few moments. Tubbo was the one to break it easily, as if it were a spider web woven by the Walkers.

"You two just went through a huge mood swing." Tubbo observed, and then proceeded to say in a posh accent, "Ladies, ladies, please, calm down."

Tommy and Ranboo stared at him in fake offense for a moment, before Tommy turned to Ranboo. "Hey, Ranboob,"

"Not my name, but continue."

"Legend has it Walkers eat humans for lunch. What time is it?"

"It's about, uhh, 12:18."

"Oh, so it's time for lunch." Tommy and Ranboo, as if reading each others minds, shifted, turning to Tubbo, opening their jaws to reveal their razor sharp teeth.

"NO-,"