Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Zombie Boy- Kyle Spencer(Post-Death)

It was 11 at night in Miss Robicheaux's Academy of Exceptional Girls. I heard a loud groan coming down the hall, so I decided to do what any wise person would- check it out. In all seriousness, I knew it was stupid. I had no telling what would await when I reached the room it was coming from, but I was tired and had just come from the greenhouse- Cordelia had me on plant watering duty as punishment for 'accidentally' setting our butler, Spalding, on fire. I just wanted to crash into my bed, but I couldn't get any sleep if this continued all night.

"Zoe's room?"

I jumped as I turned around to see Queenie. Jesus Christ- we're in a house that constantly puts me on edge. You would hope that people would make their presence known before freaking you the fuck out. They were so lucky that this academy was a secret cause I would have sued this place for emotional distress in a heartbeat.

"You look like you just saw a ghost, Y/n," Queenie laughed.

"Surprised, I haven't yet," I respond, "I guess you heard that noise too."

"Hell yeah, it's been keeping me up all night," she sighed, "At first thought, Madison was just being a hoe again, but then I remembered she's dead."

"Thankfully- do you know how many of her boy toys would accidentally wander into my room," I reminisced, "I had to get a lock installed on my door."

"Ahh," a voice growled from the other side of the door, "H-h-help."

Queenie and I shared a look of confusion and fear. I'd watched way too many horror movies to know that no matter the outcome of whatever was behind that door was. It would not be a good one.

"You know what- I don't even really care about what's going on behind closed doors," I spoke, "I've got divination practice with Myrtle tomorrow. I've got to go to sleep. Bye."

I tried to walk away, but Queenie was not having it as she grabbed ahold of my shirt and pulled me back to my original spot.

"Wow, so you're just gonna leave me," she said, "You're supposed to be my bitch. You and I are in this together."

"Dying must be your kink 'cause that is the only result that will happen if we go in that room," I said, " Look, I know we both had enough of our horror movie moment, but whatever is in there can remain a mystery."

"You're right, my bad- I thought I was talking to a fearless witch," she teased, "My apologies, you can go to bed. I'll go find the supreme to help me out since obviously you aren't an option on that table."

"I could be the supreme, do not play me," I argued, "And I am fearless."

Disrespect in this academy was so typical. For what reason, I still do not know.

"Y/n, you can't even eat a Popeyes biscuit without crying for a glass of water," she laughed.

"Hey, those things are deadly even you know it," I defended, "They are drier than Fiona's pussy, but that's beside the point. The point is that I'm fearless."

Queenie folded her arms, "You are?"

"Fearless as fuck," I continued, "I'm the best witch in town. Necks...I step on. Fuck Madison's dead ass. I could be the supreme. Fuck that- I am the supreme. This is my shit-."

"Girl, if you're so brave, go and open the damn door," Queenie nudged.

"Oh, I will," I argued, "I ain't scared."

We stood there in silence. I hadn't even thought about moving a muscle. Contrary to popular opinion, I was not trying to open that damn door.

"The door's still closed," she exclaimed.

"Damn, that's crazy," I said, "You know- I tried to use telepathy to open the door. As you can see- it's not working. There might be a hex on the door. Oh well."

Before I knew it, I was on Zoe's floor. The door had broken my fall. Goddamn it, Cordelia was going to kill us- hopefully, she'd start with Queenie, given the point that she pushed me into the door. Strong ass motherfucker.

"Doors open," Queenie chuckled.

I stood up from the floor. I guess I had no choice now.

"That was fucking rude," I fussed, "Wait a minute- is it just me, or is there not a grown-ass man playing ABC Mouse on Zoe's floor."

What in the hell was going on? These bitches are weird.

"And I thought Madison was sneaky," she responded, "Isn't he the dead frat guy from the news?"

We both tilted our heads to the side. The man kept his gaze on us. Queenie was right- that was the first guy who died in that 'mysterious' bus flip.

"So Zoe's a necrophiliac, got it," I nodded, "What the fuck is going on in this place? When did Zoe learn resurrection? None of you hoes tell me shit!"

"I'm just as confused as you," she started.

"Please," the man stammered, "H-help."

Queenie and I stood there confused. Had Zoe been torturing this man in this room? Is that why he had been yelling? Although he was pretty chill- like being in here was normal to him, and he was vibing, so maybe he wasn't being tortured, but that didn't stop the fact that he was still being held captive.

"Pretty-"

"At least he has good taste," Queenie smiled, "And thank you, I know."

"Q, this man is being held captive- and you wanna flirt," I said, "You sure Madison didn't rub off on you?"

"Please-"

He held his tablet out as he got up and walked toward us.

"H-hard-"

"Oh, he needs help with the tablet," I said.

I looked at the tablet. It had the ABCs on the screen.

"How the fuck were you in a fraternity when you can't even spell your name," She blurted out.

"Shut up," I chuckled, "He's not in the right headspace. Don't mind her, dude."

I placed my hand on the tablet and moved the letters around. They were simple problems. I handed him back the device as I completed the last question. The man stared as he grabbed it back from me, a smile never leaving his face.

"T-thank you," He praised, "Y-you are p-pretty."

I began to blush uncontrollably. Listen, I hadn't ever met a boy this cute, so the fact that he thought I was pretty under any circumstances was a shock. Call me a hypocrite.

"Thank you," I tried to hold back a smile, "Q, what are we going to do? We can't keep him here, especially after you fucked up the door."

"Well, he's quiet now," she pointed out, "And he likes you, so maybe he can sleep in your room until we find a way to sneak him out."

"We can't just let him leave like that," I argued, "Frankly, his mind isn't up to par. We need to find out how to get him back to normal. Then we'll find him somewhere safe to stay. Who's to say he doesn't get killed again- you heard what happened to that witch who resurrected that bird. She was burned on a stake."

"Alright, fine," she agreed, "We'll find some way to get his memory back first. Until then, let's get him out of here."