American Horror Story One Shots

Psycho

Season: Murder House

Pairing: Tate Langdon X Female!Reader

Rating: T. (language; blood mention; murder;

Words: 1,307

I looked at the person standing in my room. My hands went over my mouth as the dropped a knife. It landed with clank on the ground next to the person. Their clothes were covered in blood. They wore a tired expression on their face, which was also covered in blood.

"Who's blood is that on your shirt?" I asked, feeling my heart rate pick up as I took a step closer to the person. They looked down at their shirt and sighed.

"That's going to be a bitch to clean." His voice rang through my head. He had an insane look in his eyes, like the person he had just killed was asking for it but only in his head. "I needed help burying a body and you're the first person that comes to mind."

"Tate, I have school in the morning." My voice shook as I stepped behind him to push the door closed. "I can't bury a body. Where would we go?" I asked looking at him. He had a psychotic grin on his lips. He always had that sort of grin. Wouldn't be the first or last time I've seen it. At first it scared me. I grew to love it in the end.

"Out back." He looked at me. I scoffed and shook my head.

"No. Not in the backyard." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest. "My parents are home. That won't work." I pointed at the door as I walked back towards my bed. I sat on the edge of it and looked at him. "If you want to get rid of the body, Tate, bring it to the basement. I'll meet you there in a bit. Okay?" I asked, looking at him. He nodded. "My boyfriend is going to be so pissed if he finds out about you. You know that?" His face twinged with a hint of anger.

"I'll meet you down stairs in ten minutes." He nodded before leaving my room. I cocked my head as he shut the door and left me alone in my room. I sighed before standing up and walking towards the bathroom, across the hall. I entered and started removing the makeup off my face.

I didn't think it'd get this bad with Tate, honestly. At first it was just a rat or something small. Then came the breaking into the house late at night, on a school night. My parents are worried about him. They've never met his mother. My mom says we're a lot alike. How? I have no clue. I mean, sure. Just because I find murder fascinating doesn't mean Tate and I are a lot alike

I grabbed a flashlight from the linen closet and tried to sneak my way downstairs. A creak from behind me scared me as I entered the kitchen and the a joining hall that connected to the stairs of the basement.

"Y/N,"

"Dad," I replied, slowly turning around to look at him.

"What are you doing up?"

"I thought I heard a noise, thought I'd go investigate." I lied, holding my hands behind my back. He looked at me and sighed.

"Okay, not late tonight. It's a school night."

"Yes dad." I nodded before smiling and heading towards the basement. I clicked the light on before descending into the "haunted" basement. When there, Tate was nowhere to be found.

"Tate?" I yelled, taking another step into the space. It felt as if someone or something was watching me. I'm not entirely sure what though. I always hated coming down here. In the few months we've lived here, I avoided the basement. That was until Tate, and Violet, came along.

"Come on, Tate!" I called, walking into the space that was next to the stairs.

"You're scared." His voice came from behind me. I spun around and saw him leaning on the door frame. I let out the breath I didn't even know I had.

"You said you wanted help." I looked at him and crossed my arms. He nodded behind him. I sighed and walked in front of him. Blood tracked it's way around the concrete floor as I neared the area where the body was. "You're lucky I'm used to this shit, Tate. Dead bodies, blood, murder." I remarked, looking at the bloody foot prints that were tracking around the basement.

"You've said many times." He stated solemnly. I rolled my eyes. We made it to an area where a bathtub sat. It was an old one, white marble with copper claw feet. I don't understand why this tub isn't the one in the bathroom. I liked it.

The tub was filled with bloody water and a body sat at the bottom of it.

"Jesus, Tate, what did you do?" I asked, looking up at him. He shrugged it off as if it were nothing. "Who'd you kill?" I asked, rolling my sleeves up and looking at the tub again.

"Some guy. He was looking at you wrong. I didn't like it." He replied, looking at me. Regret was in his eye. He's never had regret in his eyes before. He really must've hated doing this.

"Let's get to work." I smiled at him before kneeling on the ground next to the bath. I slowly dipped my hand in the blood ridden water to pull the body out of the tub. When the top half was pulled out, a bag was tied around the person's head. "Are you going to help? Or am I going to have to do all the work? Just because I know how to dispose of a body doesn't mean I don't want help." I remarked dragging the body out of the tub. It was already heavy, it being soaked in water just added weight to it. That made it harder.

Tate came down to his knees and helped me take the body out of the bath. He had a knife in hand to help dispose. I snatched the knife from him and cut the bag open to identify who it was. When the bag fell off, I let out a sharp gasp and looked up at Tate.

"W-why?" I looked at the lifeless body of the person that was once my boyfriend. I felt the tears brimming my eyes. "You killed him!" I shouted at Tate, who just sat there, staring at the corpse that I held on to.

"I heard him talking to some guys about you."

"Tate! He was my boyfriend!" I screamed, looking at the stab wounds that Tate had caused.

"No! He was just using you!" He shouted back at me. I placed my hands on the face of the corpse and let out a small sob. "I'm better for you, can't you see that!" He screamed at me as I cradled my dead boyfriend's head. "I may be a little messed up in the head, but at least I love you."  His voice cracked. I looked up at him.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have done this!"

"Y/N, please," He looked at me, tears slowly falling down his cheeks, making the blood on his cheeks run. "He was going to hurt you."

"I would rather have him hurt me so I have you to fall back on. But, you've killed him, making me no longer trust you." I spat at him, looking at the body in my arms. "I'm so sorry," I whimpered. I closed my eyes and hugged the body close to mine.

"Y/N,"

"Go away, Tate," I looked at him. His face fell before he shook his head. "Go away!!" I screamed. "I never want to see you again!" I shouted at him. I looked down at the dead body and cried. Moments later, my parents came down stairs and saw me cradling the body.