Wawa

When you're just slipping from dimension to dimension, you get tired of fighting off weird aliens and first-contacting bronze age civilizations. But then, after like seven years and hundreds of dimensions, you slip through a gate and literally land in a Wawa parking lot. The sky is a dark green, the foliage is purple, walking beans with eye stalks are moving in an out of the sliding doors, but damn. It's a Wawa. you go inside and they got a $1 coffee promotion. You get a nice sandwich and just sit on the curb very confused but happy nonetheless.



"It's just flakey and buttery. I am truly baffled."
A crispy sizzling came from the caramelizing material curling away from the arc cutter piercing it's way through the thick substance. Chunks of flaky dough fell to the ground, cluttering in piles with crumbs strewn over the hard stone surface.
Light scattered in through the canopy of biscuit, tinted light brown by the layers of translucent pastry.
Pushing himself under the densest part, Pill Farnham slithered through the underbrush, burning away a tunnel to escape the choking jungle of biscuits.