It took a lot to make the great Six eared Macaque nervous, let alone scared to the point to where he was pacing in the living room. However, when his beautiful and very much pregnant mate didn't come home with their two twin boys, he got nervous.

Grumbling to himself as he tried to go downstairs and get some tea for his sickly self to try and calm his racing mind. His clawed finger tapping on his muscular arm as the sound of the electric kettle humming and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the middle of the living room made him have enough.

With a heavy growl, he gripped his tired and sickly head as he nearly slammed the ceramic cup on the kitchen island, nearly braking his favorite mug that said 'Number one father, Period.' That his twin boys got for him on father's day.

Heading over to a small corner of the house, it was draped in shadows, easier for him to use his shadow abilities when his head is already so stuffy. Raising his left arm, he focused on his abilities as ghostly whispers and screams filled the otherwise empty home as he sent out a few shadow people to go find his family.

"Please...come back home, my little shadows.."