Trapped Souls (Yet ANOTHER nes Godzilla Creepypasta AU)

-Rainy Morning-

Randy stood in complete silence, waiting for the train to get to the station. Despite the fact that it was four in the morning, he still put in the effort to look at least decent that morning, even though he hadn't had a shower in a few days- which were one of the many things the voices in his head were scolding him on.

He had not the slightest idea why he woke up so early and decided to go to work a few hours before he needed to, but, he did. He quickly snapped out of staring out into space once the train made it to the station, and stopped right in front of him.

Randy let out a sigh of exhaustion once he sat in one of the many seats on the train, leaning his head against the back of the seat, relieved that the train was nearly empty....

"Finally... some peace and quiet..." He barely mumbled above the multiple voices that had now decided to shut up for a while. That was one of the things that confused Randy... sometimes the voices were there, other times, they weren't. Sometimes he could think straight, other times he couldn't. He couldn't concentrate at times, and he had horrible memory.

It was very confusing, both for him, and those who saw him and the way he acted.

*****

Randy jolted awake as the train came to a stop at one of the stations, luckily it was the station he usually got off on, he quickly rushed off of the train, his body going into autopilot as he was still somewhat asleep, not noticing that someone was trailing behind him, following...

He quietly rushed up the stairs that lead to the sidewalk, ignoring everyone around him as he began walking his normal route to where he worked at, Compile, the company that was working on "Godzilla: Monster Of Monsters", all while the heavy rain that poured from above nearly drenched him entirely...

When Randy's mind fully woke up and became completely aware of his surroundings, he was both confused and surprised to find that a man - that was taller then him - was quietly walking beside him, keeping the both of them dry with his umbrella.

The taller man was quiet, as was Randy as they kept walking in awkward silence, both of them quietly struggling what to say to one another - or if either of them should say anything at all.

"Uh... hey." The taller man quietly greeted, gazing down at Randy for a second as they both kept walking, "So... where you heading to?" He awkwardly asked.

"...work?" Randy mumbled, ignoring the now loud voices in his head that were yelling about how horrible he was. He was just... so tired.

"I bet he doesn't even like you! I bet he thinks you're insane..." The first voice, a disembodied one, echoed.

"Hah, look how pathetic you look trying to talk to someone who thinks you're a disgrace to humanity..." The second one, a deep voice, chuckled.

"What a poor, disgusting, thing... trying to make friends with someone who will just leave him all alone to suffer soon..." The third voice, a high pitched one, teased.

"You should see how desperate you look trying to make friends with anyone! It's pathetic how much effort you put into others!" The second voice chuckled again, only to be interrupted by the fourth.

"Pathetic? That's an understatement... he's more then that... I bet if you were to die right now, nobody would even care! They probably wouldn't even hold a funeral for you, they'd just bury you without a word into the cold ground..." The fourth voice, a raspy one, smugly teased.

"Oh, alright.... if you don't mind me asking, where do you work?"

"... Compile, a uh... video game company..." Randy mumbled, shaking, trying to ignore the voices that wouldn't stop getting louder and louder. He was surprised he could still hear him talking over the loud voices in his head.