Trapped Souls (Yet ANOTHER nes Godzilla Creepypasta AU)

-What Can't Be Seen-

Samson hadn't seen or heard from Randy in hours, since the last time he had seen him was on the way to work, it was starting to make him worry for Randy. The second he was allowed on his lunch break, Samson lookedd in the break room,but couldn't find him...

He considered looking all over the place for him, but decided against it since he'd rather not spend his entire lunch break looking for a coworker that probably didn't care about the fact that someone cared about them.

After asking a couple coworkers about Randy's wearabouts, and getting not many answers, he figured out that Randy had been in the bathroom for a while, and wouldn't talk to anyone.

So, Samson went into the bathroom, only to find Randy huddled up in a corner of the room, shaking as he just stared up at the ceiling, fixated on one spot, like something was there.

"Randy? You okay?" Samson asked, getting down to Randy's level as Randy quickly glanced at him. Samson looked up at the ceiling to see what he could possibly be staring at. He didn't get an an answer from Randy.

"Is there a spider up there?" Samson asked, "Is that why you've been hiding in here?"

"No. There is no spider." Randy mumbled out, still shaking and staring right at the ceiling.

"Oh, then... what are you staring at..?"

"You don't see it?"

"See what? Nothing's there. Nothing's on the ceiling."

Randy was silent for a few seconds.

"Oh, right, you... it's a hallucination, isn't it? It's not.. real, right? I can't tell what's real sometimes..."

"...what is? I don't know what you're talking about..." Samson asked, as he noticed a small orange pill bottle on the floor.

"Is this yours?" Samson asked as he held out the bottle to the small man that was still in the corner of the bathroom.

"Y- yes... I, uh... keep forgetting until the voices or hallucinations start.." Randy mumbled, as Samson gave him a look of worry and confusion, which he noticed.

"It's, uh... part of my.. condition..." He mumbled, swallowing one of the pills from the bottle as he got up, putting the pill bottle in his pocket.

"What condition?"

"I'll.. explain it later..." Randy mumbled as he started heading out of the bathroom, only for Samson to block the door out.

"No, explain it now." Samson demanded, "I just... want to know what's going on with you, that's all. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just.. worried, is all..." He assured.

Randy sighed before he started explaining. "I have a... mental condition known as schizophrenia, where a person not only has hallucinations and can hear voices in their head at times, but also have, uh..." Randy trailed off, forgetting what the rest of the explanation could be... "and, uh.... other... problems..." He mumbled out.

Samson was quiet for a short moment, not only processing what Randy just said to him, but also wondering why he didn't tell him earlier.

"Why didn't you tell me about this-"

"Was I supposed to?" Randy flatly asked, tired.

Samson didn't respond, but instead just silently let Randy out of the bathroom and silently went to his lunch break.

During said lunch break, Samson noticed that Randy was doodling in a small notebook, and was doodling some.. odd looking and creepy things.

"What's all of that..?"