Trapped Souls (Yet ANOTHER nes Godzilla Creepypasta AU)

-Morning Sounds-

The faint sound of heavy rain beating against the window was the only thing Randy could clearly hear as he woke up, still tired.

Dammit, the voices were already whispering awful things to him this early...?

Although he couldn't clearly hear them, he knew they were there...

Randy slowly sat up in his bed, and silently glanced around his dark and dreary apartment, before glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall...

"Five thirty..." Randy mumbled, ignoring the faint voices that slowly grew louder in his mind, "I... have to get ready..." He mumbled to himself as he dragged himself out of bed. He didn't want to go to work that day, but he had to.

But before he could start getting ready, he had to do something first...

He grabbed a large bottle full of pills, risperidone, his schizophrenia medication, and tiredly dragged himself to the bathroom.

He silently stared at his own reflection in the mirror... he looked the same as always, and absolute mess of a person... Randy then sighed before he grabbed a cup he left by the sink, filled it up to about a quarter of water, opened the bottle of risperidone, popped one of the pills into his mouth, before chugging down all of the water in the cup.

"Shut.. up..." He mumbled, holding his head in his hands as he leaned over the sink, waiting for the medicine to start working...

...

After a while, he let out a sigh of relief...

Finally... the voices were leaving...

After that, Randy did what he usually did on work days; had a quick snack for breakfast, get dressed, rushed to the nearest train to get to work, check in to work, finish whatever work he was yet to finish, get back on the train, have a barely acceptable dinner, and then go to bed.

At this point, it was a near endless cycle that would repeat day after day... except on Sundays. His boss let him take every other Sunday off since he understood Randy had... mental issues... and "deserved" it... whatever that meant.

And so, Randy went on his day as usual, rushed to the train station, got to work, signed in, and sat down at his computer in complete, uninterrupted silence.

Well, it wasn't complete silence... of course, it was still raining, and other workers were talking about work related things and whatnot- Randy never paid much attention to anyone, really, since nobody paid attention to him.

Although, some workers would look at Randy weirdly, they would look at him with fear or disgust whenever he was near them... Randy hated that about people, about humanity in general, he hated how humanity treated anyone different in any way like a monster, something inhumane.

He hated how mentally ill people like him were treated like monsters, like something to be feared, when all they just needed was some help... Help that some people, unfortunately, never got...

Maybe it was how he didn't look as "professional" as everyone else that scared them, but to him, looks never mattered, and it was skill and talent that really mattered.

He really didn't like how people stared at him when he showed the symptoms of his schizophrenia- reacting to hallucinations, responding and reacting to voices in his head, having low energy, having no interest in things, sometimes just staring at something for a long time without reason, concentration problems... the list could go on further.

He didn't like how they acted like he was a dangerous psychopath or murderer.

Randy let out a sigh of disappointment, before quietly continuing programming the unfinished Uranus levels of the game the team was working on- Godzilla: Monster Of Monsters. It was supposed to release for the NES in a couple of months from then, and they had to hurry up...

Honestly, the enemies of the game seemed pretty bland to him. Why were the only enemies just spaceships and army vehicles? Why weren't there more monsters to fight, smaller and weaker ones compared to the boss monsters?

There were, just not as many he expected.

Why did most of the levels consist of nothing but breaking rocks and defeating the same five or so enemies in each level? Wouldn't it get boring after a while?

The designs for the little monsters in the levels were alright, but they didn't really feel like monsters...

"If you're going to make monsters, at least put in a bit more effort..." Randy quietly mumbled to himself.

If it were up to him, then he would make it seem like the other planets were worlds of their own, with more  creatures and unique landscape to flesh out the environment. But he couldn't decide what went in the game, that wasn't his job. His job was to just code what he was told to, and that was all.

If he did put in his own things, he would probably be fired, and he didn't want that since this was the only thing giving him enough money to afford his apartment and other living things.

He had some cool ideas and designs for monsters he had doodled in one of his notebooks back at his apartment, but again, he couldn't put them in the game.

*****

The door of Randy's apartment let out a slight creaking sound as it swung open, with Randy locking the door behind him, "Finally... I'm home..." He mumbled, before he headed to the kitchen to figure out what to have for dinner...

Despite how skinny and scrawny looking Randy was, he had a pretty big appetite, especially when he was having a pretty not so good day... which was surprisingly often for him...

He just didn't want to interact with anyone else that day. He just wanted to be alone.

The only other sounds he heard was the rain that still continued to pour outside.

He didn't know why, but it comforted him, it calmed him down.