They were on a mission. It was very important and required a well-researched and thorough plan that had taken months to work out. The Erikas needed to find America's best Piña Colada snow cones, and fast.
The idea was to travel around the country, in completely normal tourist outfits, in order to hide their 10-foot tallness. So far, it had worked. A snow cone truck in Oregon had amazing snow cones, Tennessee had a questionably priced yet totally worth it artisan snow cone (and other frozen treats) store, and The Erikas were on the hunt for one last cone. They were running out of ideas for places to visit until one Erika remembered something: years ago, before anytime recent anyways, they had met a young woman by the name of Josie. She was an expert in all summer sweets, Popsicles, slushies and the occasionally toxic Southern Refresh, and would definitely have an idea as to who had the best snow cones. They pondered and questioned, gesticulating wildly to each other all the while until they could come up with the name of the town they met her in.
"Nate Hall?"
"No,"
"Note Vole?"
"No, that was why Erika No. 7 was trapped in Ireland Labor Day weekend."
"Night Hale"
"No, not the singer."
"Oh, Night Vale!"
"Yes!"
"Erikas, buckle up, we're headed on the road again!"
They grabbed their unsatisfactory cherry lime slushies and put on their designer shades just to hide their face, and loaded onto their Mega-Trailers, and off they went.
The sun scraped down the sky, leaving a violet trail, as innumerable 14-foot tall trailers made their way down a twisting road, into the okayish beyond.
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Erika
FanfictionTen-foot tall winged creatures who may or may not be angels, all named Erika, decide to stop in a small desert town by the name of Night Vale. Upon arrival, the Erikas begin to find themselves tangled in a mysterious plot that goes back to Night Val...
