The Talla

Valentine

Morning came.

Paul woke up as the morning light hit his face. Crest on the other hand was still asleep and in a position that even Paul couldn't understand. Crest's head was an inch from the ground and his feet high up in the air. Seeing Crest's embarrassing position, Paul laughed like a hyena as he watched Crest snore as his butt is high up the air.

After a good laugh, Paul tugged Crest to wake him up.

Woken up, Crest's reaction was genuinely awkward since he landed face first on the ground and his child-like groan afterwards. 

Paul couldn't hold it back, he laughed a little harder as he helped him stand up.

"Man, you should've seen your face." reacted Paul as he tried to hold back his laughter

"It's not funny man, that was a cruel way to wake someone up." snubbed Crest

"All I did was wake you up, you did all the embarrassing stuff yourself." said Paul

Crest swept off the dirt his clothes and rubbed his face a bit.

"Looks like St. Argensus granted my wish instead." said Paul as he sat back at the bench.

"Oh really, and what was that?" asked Crest 

"To see you embarrass yourself." said Paul smiling as Crest looked at him despicably

The two then felt hungry and really needed to get back to the inn. So without another word, they looked at each other and left the place. Luckily, this time the gate was open so they just headed outside.

As the two headed outside, they felt something strange. As if they were in a different place in Riverdale or something. The atmosphere changed from welcoming to something that was vile and unknown. The two ignored it since it might have been just the hangover and went their way to the inn.

Then the two stopped.

'What in the world." uttered Paul as he saw that the inn's shape had changed from a dome to a cube.

"This is impossible. How could they have had changed the building in such a short time." he added

Thinking they were just on the wrong street, Crest saw a passerby and asked him if this was Santa Basilia inn. 

The passerby nodded and went on his way.

"I don't think we can trust that guy." said Paul

"And why?" asked Crest

"Well, for starters, he looks like someone who just left the mental asylum" answered Paul as he pointed at the passerby 

"Hey, what've we got to lose, eh?" smiled Crest "We can always get out of the place and go to another.

The two just thought it was just a them being tired from the trip that made them think the inn was dome shaped. It was night time when they got there after all.

They walked inside. The staff looked different and even the counter was taken in by a guy that wasn't slightly familiar. "They must've taken shifts." said Crest to Paul as he looked at him all confused.

The two reached their room and when they tried to open the door, it didn't budge. Bashing the door a bit, Crest managed to open the door, but to their surprise, this wasn't their room.

It was all cluttered up and everything was just wrecked, as if someone threw a party here and smashed the place.

Paul, who was expecting to at least get a break from all the craziness last night, placed both his hands on his head thinking of how they're gonna pay for the damages.