Trapped Souls (Yet ANOTHER nes Godzilla Creepypasta AU)

-Limbo-

Tears began to fall from Randy's eyes as the realization dawned on him...

He caused all of this.

It was all his fault.

The thing he thought was an AI was some Demonic thing from another world who just used him...

He thought it was all a dream; the disappearances of so many people he caused were real...

It was all real. It... It wasn't a hallucination or a crazy dream he had like he had thought...

...and he just had to drag poor Samson into the mess he had gotten himself into...

And now, because of his stupid decisions, they were trapped inside of a game with the Demon pulling the strings and controlling everything...

Red had Randy chained right to the Hellbeast himself, while Samson was tied up with Solomon, a seemingly unfinished AI Red had corrupted to follow his orders- Sam had his suspicions that Solomon was a living being with his own mind like Red, it was just that Red took control of him for the time being.

Randy began coughing as he continued to cry, laying on his side in the fetal position. His throat ached more then ever as he began coughing more and more while he cried. More and more, he regretted everything.

It was all his fault.

The phrase echoed and repeated endlessly in his head.

"This is all your fault."

"This is all your fault."

"This is all your fault."

"This is all your fault."

As time went on, the phrase got louder and louder, multiplying until it was the only thing he could hear.

"This is all your fault, Randy."

He opened his eyes, and Red was looming over him.

"Thanks to you, I am now in this world... free to collect as many souls as necessary... you two being the first."

"...Is that the only reason you locked me and Sam here...?" Randy asked, "Is that the only reason you trapped us in here? Just to be a part of your collection of souls?"

Randy thought for a moment, his eyes darting around as Red continued to stare...

"...What do you even need people's souls for, anyway?"

"That, is none of your business." Red simply replied.

Randy sat up from the invisible floor of the void, now angry, "No- tell me, what are they for? Why do you need to kill people?! I understand dragging me and Sam here as punishment for my mistake, but why-"

Before Randy could continue his yelling, the multiple chains wrapped around his body got tighter and began to glow, burning his skin- like he was being held against a blazing hot stove. A echoing scream was heard from him as the burning feeling got worse and worse, more glowing chains appeared around his limbs, making the feeling even more agonizing where it felt like skin was being burnt off.

Then, it instantly stopped. And then Randy fell to the ground, still feeling the agony brought onto him by the chains. Through his fading vision, he saw Red dissapear off into another part of the game, before he blacked out.

Part of Randy was scared. Scared that Red went off to hurt Samson next, but... it didn't seem that he ever did. The few times he could see Sam, he always seemed fine; because whenever Red tried to lay even a finger on Samson, Randy would use all of his strength to keep the Hellbeast as far from his friend as possible.

"I understand hurting me, but I am not going to let you hurt my friend! Not ever! Don't you dare hurt him because of my mistakes!"

*****

Randy slowly opened his eyes, lazily rolling over to his back before slowly sitting up, rubbing his eyes. He stared at the chains for a minute. Sometimes, he'd try to break them or pull his hands and feet from the shackles, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself free. He considered trying again, but he didn't have the strength or patience to do so.

He touched the large burn mark that still covered part of his face and neck... it was still a dark red color from the blood. He was hoping it'd heal any day now, cause it still hurt like it did when he first got it...

Randy just sat in the void, as he usually did. He couldn't leave it, he couldn't go to another part of the game, neither could Samson... but they somehow ended up together every now and then... it frustrated him that he couldn't leave, that he couldn't do anything- it was staring to drive him insane.

He quietly looked around. Everywhere he looked, it was just... darkness. Pitch black darkness for... what, a million miles?

So, nothing to do... nobody to really talk to eighty percent of the time... tortured whenever he questioned Red... yup. It was pretty much Hell.

Randy laid back on the ground, bored, before closing his eyes. Maybe he could sleep more or maybe try to imagine something to entertain himself? He took a deep breath, trying to think of something interesting, before he slowly opened his eyes; he swore he heard something faint... a voice?

Randy sat up, looking around, listening. Yup... it was a voice, a new voice, it... somewhat sounded like the voice of a child.

"I can't believe you actually got it!" The excited voice exclaimed. There were two other voices... but Randy couldn't hear them at all, as they were extremely muffled.

He heard a very faint sound... was the person hugging someone? It sounded like it to him.

"Thank you... this is the best birthday ever."

Randy could now hear the two other voices.

A deeper voice chuckled, "You're welcome, kiddo."

A softer voice then mused, "Happy birthday, Zachary."

Randy's eyes widened. "Zachary".... this was... a kid's birthday party... the game was now in the hands of a kid. ...oh no. Oh God please no. Nononononono-

Tears began to slowly stream down his face.

Randy started to spiral into absolute panic; the game, which had Red, and God knew what other Demonic creatures in it, was now in the hands of a child. A child that had no idea what was really inside this cartridge. He had to get out of the void, he had to get out of the chains- he had to send a message or a signal to the child to not play the game. He had to be sure Red hurt nobody else.

The voices in his head became louder and louder as he spiraled more into panic, overlapping each other;

"This is all your fault."

"They're all dead because of you."

"It's your fault everyone hates you."

"You caused everyone to hate you."

"People died because of your stupidity."

"This is all your fault, Randy."

...

Randy quietly stood, ignoring the voices the best he could. The voices were the least of his concerns now.

He, or someone, had to stop Red.

He had to warn the player.

And as soon as possible.