"Why are you *doing* this to me??" He snarled at the Anne-shaped thing. Something wasn't right here. Something didn't add up, which was why he hadn't taken a shot at it yet. "Couldn't you just come at me in your true form? Why'd you have to steal her face!!?" He questioned, as the baby started to cry behind him.
Mary moved closer to the crib, knowing Aidan was probably just startled by his father's shouting more than anything right now. She kept her gun levelled on the intruder.