Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Groundhog Day- Kit Walker

Mental asylums weren't as eventful as a person would expect. The routine never changed, and some days felt like a time loop. The common room was the only place I could see that time hadn't rewinded. There's always something different when the other patients are around, but I wished for more. This place had driven me insane, which I hadn't been before. I witnessed a murder, and to shut down claims, they called me 'out of my mind' and sent me here. I preferred to be killed instead of trapped in what felt like a Groundhog Day.

Today felt like another once again. To pass the time, I played chess with myself. I was sure that made the nurses believe I needed to be here, but it took my mind off this prison. The pieces didn't know how lucky they were to be overthrown and taken, sitting on the side of the board until the game ended. I stared at the pieces, wishing I could switch spots for only a moment, but my trance had broken when I heard an unfamiliar voice. I knew everyone's voice. It's hard not to remember when you're trapped with them for the rest of your life, but this one was charming.

The voice came from an attractive brown-haired man I'd never seen before. He had to have arrived earlier today when I worked in the kitchen. I just never noticed. He sat against the wall with another patient, Grace. Although Grace and I occasionally talked, having a friend in a place like this helps maintain your sanity. I needed to chat with her to find out who he was, where he'd come from, and why he was here. Caution was significant when new people arrived because you'd never know what they were in for or how aggressive they could be because they held murderers here, including Grace- and Pepper, but she was too sweet; I didn't believe that accusation that she killed her niece. Grace loved to play 'Welcome Wagon' for each new patient, so I knew I could get all the answers about him from her. I returned to my one-sided competition, but Grace's voice interrupted me after playing for a minute. She sat in the chair on the other side, leaving the new guy on the wall.

"Hey, Y/n. Who's winning," she asked.

"The only person playing. I know I'm not playing with someone else. I do this to challenge myself and keep my brain going," I explained.

"I was just making sure I hadn't lost you completely. We are two of the few people who don't need to be here," she said.

That could be considered controversial because Grace killed her family. She mutilated them. But she did it because she was abused, so I saw no problem with her crime, but others would say she still killed someone, so she deserved prison instead. Others could shut up. Besides that, Grace did need to be here. She was erratic at times, obsessive, and didn't know how to let things go, which could be dangerous for everyone- and she also believed anyone who said they shouldn't be here even if they yelled bloody murder at the table for five minutes, she was convinced that she could sense the innocence in people.

"We just got a new add to the batch if you'd want to meet him," she announced.

"I noticed, but how do you know he's not- you know," I questioned.

"He told me he's not- and I can sense it. He's telling the truth," she replied.

As much as I would love to believe that that gorgeous man was safe to be around, the fact that Grace believed him was not helpful. A cat could tell her it was a dog, and she'd run with it; she wouldn't even question why or how it spoke to her.

"You said the same thing about Walter, and he had you in a chokehold a couple of minutes after," I reminded.

"That was one wrong judgment, Y/n," she argued.

"One of many, Grace. What is he in here for," I asked.

"They think he's bloodyface," she responded.

"Bloodyface! The serial woman killer? Grace, what the fuck," I exclaimed.