evan peters (& more) imagines.

briarcliff: (kit walker)

request: can you do an imagine where y/n just got into the asylum and meets kit there?

au; also guys keep requesting for more chapters!!
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"I DIDNT... DO ANYTHING WRONG!!" i screamed as the men tried securing my arms and legs to the bed. i did my best to try and get out, from pushing and kicking, but that soonly failed since i was against 5 men. adrenaline rushed through me which pushed me into still trying to get out, even though i was already secured into the bed.

"NO! NO!" i screamed once again seeing a needle about to be injected into my arm. i was terrified of needles, every other time i saw one, it was my parents shooting heroin in their arm.

"i didn't... do.." i tried to spit out as everything became blurry and slow.

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i slowly woke up and was immediately dragged  by two men that were leading me to a room full of people that looked like they've lost it.
when we reached the door, they pushed me in and closed the door, leaving me alone with psychopaths.

"well fuck." i mumbled as i fixed myself and looked around to see nothing interesting, just a record player and a bunch of people doing random things. this blond girl came up to me, she looked like a droopy crack whore.

"hey cutie. what's a fine broad doing here?" she said weirdly, giggling as she said so. she creeped me out big time, it didn't feel right being here... i had no reason being here. i ignored her as i kept walking and she laughed loudly, noticing i ignored her, and walked off to bother other people.

i just kept walking around, confused on what to do, until some nasty man with black hair and yellow teeth came up in front of me.

"my my my, fortune teller i heard... let me ask for a fortune, will you scream ma name when i screw you against a wall tonight?" he gave an evil smirk, licking his lips as he looked me up and down.

i gave him a huge slap on his right cheek, "negative. no woman would ever wanna have sex with a pig. that's animal abuse. actually i'm getting a good vision of you filthy pig.., you raped 7 girls and killed two of them i see, you're a coward. having to rape girls because no other would actually WANT to do it with you." i said with a mad face, i was proud of what i said, and kind of glad those visions came through.

he turned back to look at me, with a wider grin on his face, as if the slap gave him energy.
"maybe you'll be the eighth." he said and went in for a punch, until a guy with brown hair tackled him down right in front of me.
"ahh.." the nasty man smirked, "you again."

"don't ever touch a woman like that!" he yelled punching him while he was on top of him, everyone crowding around shouting things, until the guy flipped him over and he was on top now.

"says the one who skinned a slave." he said evilly, giving him bad punches as the guards came running in, lifting him off of the brown-haired boy, and a loud obnoxious whistle beamed through the room that made everyone go back to what they were doing, as if they did nothing. skinned a slave? then a vision came through my mind.

i swiftly walked up to the man and supported him as he tried standing back up by me lifting him, i was a little cautious, still trying to figure the man out.
"finally he's the one who gets dragged out, not me." he said gladly, catching his breath.

"you didn't have to do that.." i said, even though he basically got a black eye in replace of myself and saved me.

he brushed the blood off of his face,
"yes i did." he said looking me in the face as i studied him.

"what?" he asked, confused at me staring intently at him.

"you're a normal person." i said, not really thinking before i speak.

"yeah i am... come." he said leading me to sit down on the couch, he sat in front of me on the couch in front, and began to speak.

"i'm.." he began, but i cut him off. "kit..." i said, again not thinking before i speak.

"yeah, um how do you know?" he asked even more confused.

"yeah that's one reason why i'm in here..." i said confessing, it wasn't a big deal so i might as well talk to the most average looking person here, he seemed to be interested anyways since it's not everyday that a psychic comes through an asylum to tell you your own name. plus, i'm not crazy like the rest, at least not in that way.

"i guess you could call me a fortune teller, or to keep it simple a psychic.. i um, am in here because i guess i scared an officer by knowing too much of him even though he asked and paid to know... and he told on me, reported that i'm a psychopath stalker since i knew a lot about him.. that was the first offense that got me in huge trouble since that made everyone think of me as a psycho person... then that officer got murdered in his own bed... and everyone framed me since the person who stabbed him got away with it, leaving the blame on me since i basically threw a tantrum after i found out he told on me, but i don't even know where he lived... they just threw it on me because i didn't like him and everyone figured it would most likely be me even though they have no proof. they didn't care either, i'm sure they knew i didn't do it, they just didn't put good thought into investigating me since everyone thought of me as "the kid of the crazy drug addict parents."

i sighed, wondering if telling him everything was a good idea. i guess it was, i didn't want him to think i was a murderer for what he might hear in the future without knowing the truth. then the visions came back to me of kit, why he was in here.

"wow, i'm in here for the same thing kinda..." he said anxiously, "can you.. see what happened.." he asked me, wanting to know if i already knew.

every vision of him was cut into pieces like missing puzzles, leaving me with not much to know, but enough.
"you were... married, or engaged, to a girl... a girl of color, her name was..." i tried to see, a vision that was given to me of seeing her drivers license, "abby?... or alv.. alma." i spit out.

he was shocked and kind of amused, "yeah, alma." he said kind of smiling.

"all i see is flashing lights... and a shotgun, but you didn't kill anyone with it.. you didn't kill anyone as a matter of fact." i stated, getting the idea of him that he did nothing wrong and was in here for no good reason, just like me.

"you're not a killer. you did nothing wrong." i said trying to make him feel better since it seemed as if he was reminiscing everything.

he felt relieved that i knew he wasn't a killer.
"yeah..." he said sadly, "i think me and you will get along, just fine."

"my names y/n."