Hi all- I'm new to the AHS Scene as this is my first installment on the series. I've followed the show since its origin and I'm not gonna lie.. a huge Evan Peters fan. From Tate to Mr. March, I've always been consumed by his acting. This season, however, I've had to almost pick my jaw from the floor while watching his performance as Kai. Incredible. Disturbing.

I got the idea for this story after reading an interview that Evan recently gave. The character, clearly a challenging one to put it lightly, was getting in his head. I obviously do not know Evan's personal opinions but I decided to have some fun with him as an actor, and the troubles of differentiating himself from Kai Anderson.

I always appreciate feedback – especially when exploring a new area. So let me know what you think. :) Happy reading.

"It's so easy until it's you they're coming for."

Evan stares at his reflection in the mirror, script in one hand with the other clutching onto the sink. He grimaces at his subpar delivery. Pausing for a second to re-gather he takes a shot at another line.

"What makes you.. most afraid?" he says lowering his voice this time. He licks his lips taking a step from the sink, gripping onto a hand full of damp freshly died dark blue hair. After throwing the script to the side he ferociously wipes the mirror with the sleeve of his shirt only to make the blue smudge larger.

The bathroom is a disaster. It'd be simple he thought; he watched his mother dye her hair several times growing up. Retouching her 'roots' with peroxide as soon as the brunette hair started to show. All of that hair dye and no mess.

In retrospect, he should have taken better notes as it looked as though a smurf spontaneously combusted around him.

Grabbing a beige washcloth from underneath the sink, he begins vigorously rubbing the stained tile counter. His eyes latch on to the script while simultaneously tending to the mess he had made.

"It's so easy until it's you they're coming for!" Evan shouts with the most powerful and confident voice yet. His teeth are gritted, his eyes practically bulging from his skull. The friction between the cloth and the counter warms his hand. "WHAT MAKES YOU MOST AFRAID?"

"Walking into your bathroom finding your boyfriend covered in dark blue paint," a familiar voice wearily responds from behind.

Evan spins quicker than a ballerina to find that his girlfriend, Emma, had come home earlier than expected.

"H-Hey.. I didn't know you were going to be home this early," he says in a tizzy. Impulsively throwing the rag into the trash, he feels his cheeks burn. Even though she was in the industry as well.. even starring on his show a few times.. it would never get less awkward getting walked in on while he was in 'the zone'.

Especially this role.

Kai Anderson.

The most complex yet by far. He had played a deceased famed serial killer in 'Hotel' and then there was the fan favorite 'Tate', a high school murdering rapist. But this. This was different. This would require much more attention.

This would demand consumption.

Landing the role of Kai Anderson was undoubtedly the best thing that ever happened to him. He was finally given the chance to show his diversity as an actor. Not just as a teenage heart throb that his reputation held around the studio.

Fucking Tate. The role that would follow him around for the rest of his life. Nonetheless cause endless drama between himself and Emma. She never trusted Taissa, the actress who played Violet in 'Murder House'. The fan base got to his girlfriend's head incessantly shipping 'Parmiga'. The ongoing jealousy spiraled into one of the darkest nights of his life. But that's another story. Evan hasn't spoken to Taissa ever since she, Emma, and himself were cast in 'Coven' together.

It was unclear whether the look of disgust on Emma's face was due to the mess, or to his brand new ocean blue 'do.

"These were 300 dollars apiece," Emma says trying to hide her frustration. She picks up the soiled washcloth from the trash bin looking at it in disgust. A shade of horror spreads across her face as she scans their bathroom. "Oh my God how did you manage to get it on the walls?!"

"How do you like the look?" Evan disregards her comment tossing the script to the side. She could be so vain sometimes. But damn was she hot.

Placing his hands on her hips he brings her in close maintaining intense eye contact. Her long mascara stained eyelashes rapidly flutter. She uncomfortably throws her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder before crossing her arms.

"You look.. different."

Evan chuckles, his ravenous gaze searching her face.

"I am different," he replies softly with a smirk. The dark intensity of his eyes radiate into her soul.

Unbeknownst to him, Emma wasn't referring to the blue hair.

"I know you're an over achiever and all," Ryan says taking a sip of his Starbucks. "But I pay many many people around here to do things like hair and makeup.. I have an idea! Maybe I should promote you to hair stylist?"

Evan follows closely behind the director/writer as they walk through a sea of people. They pass several familiar faces while the co-creator of American Horror Story casually acknowledges a few of the staff.

"Yeah.. funny thing." Evan has to pick up the pace to maintain his spot alongside his boss. "Trying to get into character I guess."

"Good," Ryan states just as blunt as his body language. "All of these teeny boppers have been up my ass on social media. We want Evan. He only had one scene in Roanoke.. Worst season ever."

Evan stops in place, his face twisted in discomfort.

"You better not fuck this up Peters," Ryan says aggressively grasping onto Evan's shoulders. Apparently the expression on the actor's face prompts the director to back pedal. "Jesus, it was a joke. Lighten up."

But it didn't sound like a joke. Kai Anderson wouldn't take this as a joke. It was a mockery.

Evan awkwardly rubs the back of his neck as another swarm of coworkers surpass them. By the time he had the chance to look up and respond Ryan was already 15 feet ahead joining Brad, another writer to the show. They position themselves onto their director chairs.

"Alright people!" Brad shouts over the crowd. "Day one! Season 7! Let's go!"

"Better not fuck this up Peters," Evan mutters to himself feeling his blood boil. "Better not fuck this up."

"Evan!" Kristin shouts from a trailer breaking his trance. His makeup artist/hair stylist flags him down approaching him. "What the hell did you do?!" she fumes in disappointment running her fingers through his hair.

The lifeless façade of her client disturbs Kristen.

"Kai told me to do it."