Full fanfictions of Evan Peters characters in AHS. Some will possibly follow the episodes of each season.
Season 1 - Tate Langdon Murder House
In which a shy, muted girl moves next door to a creepy home
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In which Tate Langdon found the love he nev...
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Sally layed in bed asleep. She hadn't even noticed Tate getting ready. She wouldn't wake up until it was too late to stop him.
Tate put on his black shirt, a black zip up hoodie and left it undone. He felt consumed. Unsure of exactly what he was doing but he knew he was angry.
He packed his jacket full with different guns and even a smaller knife. He also packed the lighter he always used.
He had also found cocaine in his mums closet and took some before loading all of his weapons.
His first destination was Larry's office. Tate wasn't really thinking, he was only acting. He held a canister of gasoline and walked into Larry's office.
"Tate, what are you doing here?" Larry asked. "Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I'm going right after." Tate replied.
"After what?" Larry asked.
Larry looked away for a moment and Tate poured the gasoline onto his step father. Larry gasped and Tate lit his light, throwing onto the gasoline on the floor, setting Larry on fire.
Tate walked out straight after, not looking as Larry ran around his office on fire.
Tate walked straight to school after. No one knew what he had just done, no one ran after him. It was very strange.
He walked through the halls, pulling out a hand gun. He shot someone that was in the hall with a group of two others.
He then continuously shot anyone in his way. He shot someone in the head and watched as the guy next to him ran off.
He then was able to get into the library where there were people. He found each person, one at a time after he found them. Tate whistled as he did.
He walked around slowly, and jack jumped up infront of him. He shot him in the face with a shot gun.
Jack's body fell to the floor and Tate lifted a table and flipped it over to reveal Casey who cried silently.
"Why?" She sobbed. Tate shot and killed her.
The next thing Tate knew, he was sitting on his bed. Sally was in the basement talking to the original owner, checking on the woman.
Constance screamed at the SWAT team to leave her son alone. Screaming he had done nothing wrong. She had no clue.
"Tate!" She screamed.
Tate stood up slowly with his hands so, red dots on his chest from where the guns aimed.
He made a gun shape with his hand, putting it to his temple and pulling the trigger. He then mimicked the noise.
A single tear dropped and he grabbed a gun under his pillow and was shot by each officer.
Constance heard the noise and cried, falling against the wall. Sally heard commotion and ran up the stairs, she saw Constance on the floor.
"What happened?" Sally asked, she had a bad feeling.
Sally hid, holding her mouth as she cried. Tate was gone and he had done something terrible that wasn't like him. He wasn't like that.
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"Sally?" Tate whispered. Sally jumped. Tate had appeared beside her. She had found at what he had done but she knew that wasn't her Tate. That what he had done was not him. "What happened?"
"You're dead Tate." Sally sniffled, placing a hand on his cheek. "A SWAT team killed you."
"What? Why?" Tate cried.
"You killed people Tate." Sally frowned.
"What? Why would I do that? I wouldn't do that." Tate shook his head and guilt filled his body. He couldn't remember what had happened, his brain wouldn't allow for it.
"I don't know. But I know it wasn't you." Sally assured him, wiping away his tears. "I'll help you get used to this."
Tate nodded with a sniffle. He was so grateful for Sally. That he wasn't just a monster to her now.
"Now we can be together forever." Tate mumbled and Sally nodded. She kissed him softly and pulled away, Tate pulled her into a hug.
The two were glued together for the rest of time and no one could tear them apart.
They hid from those they wanted to and scared those off who tried to change or destroy the house.
Their souls were bounded and they were meant to be together in every single universe. Every single one.
And nothing would tear them apart. No matter who or what they were.
