Trapped Souls (Yet ANOTHER nes Godzilla Creepypasta AU)

-Quiet Secrets-

It had been a couple of weeks since Samson had invited Randy over, and needless to say... they were getting close... kinda.

Actually... it was hard for either of them to really tell if they were getting closer or not. But what they could tell, was that things seemed to get worse for both of them... in terms of their mental health.

Faint footsteps were heard as Samson quietly walked down one of the many hallways of the apartment complex, soon stopping in front of one of the doors as he started searching through his pockets only to realize-

Dammit.

He forgot the key to his apartment. Samson turned the handle of the door, expecting it to not budge and leave him locked out. But to his surprise, it wasn't locked like he had expected it to be.

Samson flinched in fear as something- more like someone- he wasn't expecting was there.

"Randy?" Samson muttered in confusion, the shorter man flinching as well when his name was said out of nowhere, "What are you doing here? How did you even get in?!"

"You left your keys at work. I was going to give them to you, but I didn't know where you were..." Randy nonchalantly explained, calmly leaning on the back of the couch, as if doing this was fine, "So I decided to wait here for you."

Samson closed the door behind him, still staring at Randy with the same look of confusion as before.

"You could've waited outside my apartment for me, you know..."

"I could've, but that would mean more people giving me more rude looks... and I was cold..." Randy mumbled.

"Oh, yeah, it is kinda cold in here... give me a minute..." Samson mumbled to himself as he walked off to another room to adjust the heat.

Randy silently glanced back at a shelf on the wall, the shelf he was staring at before Samson came home. On the shelf, were multiple little plastic trophies and one larger one, like the ones someone would win for getting first, second, or third place in a competition.

He was mainly staring at the larger trophy on the shelf. He couldn't really read what it said, but what he could make out on the trophy was a year; 1973.

Now Randy was a bit more curious about this trophy...

"Alright, I've adjusted the temperature a bit, so things should be warmer in a bit. Alright, Randy?" Samson slightly chuckled out as he walked back into the room, noticing how Randy was staring at the small shelf on the wall full of little trophies, his little achievements.

"Oh, you like all of my trophies?" Samson asked as he walked up to Randy.

"... yeah... how did you-" Samson didn't let Randy finish his question before he began rambling, which slightly annoyed Randy.

"Well, I would always sign myself up for competitions and such when I was younger, just so that I could win." Samson proudly stated.

"Why? Because it made you feel.. happy?" Randy nonchalantly asked.

"No, not really..." Samson mumbled, looking down, slightly upset. "I just did my best to win so that my parents would be proud of me, and pay attention to me for a bit instead of just giving me things... They'd really praise me and shower me with all kinds of love if I won first place..."

Samson sighed as Randy kept listening.

"But, that only ever happened once... and since I couldn't work hard enough to get first place again, I just stopped signing myself up for competitions..."

Randy blankly started at nothing for a few quick seconds as he took in all of this information. His blank look became a look of confusion and shock, before it quickly turned into anger as he glanced over at Samson.