#clovoid

Credence hiked up the road from the bus stop in the middle of nowhere to find a diner he didn’t much recognize. Outside one of the waitresses on break, a very pretty lady named Norma, recommended he try the cherry pie.

Credence isn’t a terrible fan of cherries in particular but he took the suggestion anyway.

This is the best cherry pie in the entire universe or maybe a few universes, heaven’s above! What’s the name of this little diner? Oh! the RR. Hu, I wonder why that’s so familiar.

I’ll be honest, Credence kind of got lost at this point in a euphoric dream pie induced daze. He got to see the very fancy peaks the town gets it’s name from and also met a girl with some killer fashion sense in a swank retreat style hotel.

But no seriously what shade is that lipstick, hook a brother up Audrey.

Sure do have a hella bad feeling about this. What’s that weird lodge to the north?

Mistakes have clearly been made. Hey maybe lets just, um. Go back the heck outside.

Time to nope right out on this spectacular festival of let’s not.

Despite being clearly traumatized, when encountering an FBI agent in the wild, Credence like every barista whose shop is literally a block away from a police station, instinctively knew where to procure coffee for him in exchange for safety. (He got it off the ground, shh.)

Thanks Coop.

Having found safe haven in the station Credence chattered with the bird and ate a few donuts to recover from his ordeal. Unfortunately they were dream donuts, and as such are not actually very good at aiding recovery.

[I highly recommend you check out the Peaks dream yourself, it was very well done, had an amazing autumnal theme, and if you’re a fan of the TV show you’ll get a kick out of it I’m sure!