So, in light of how I'd previous done a story based on South Park: The Fractured But Whole, I decided I'd try my hand on their other game, Phone Destroyer, which I'm surprised there aren't more of, considering all the opportunities it provides. Here's hoping I strike gold with this one, too.

Phone Destroyer: Into the Digital World

Kenny McCormick could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he placed the Barbie doll before the clerk at the store.

The clerk checked the cost for the doll. "That'll be $8.00, sir," He informed the young, parka-wearing boy.

Shuffling through his pocket, Kenny pulled out a $5 bill that he'd managed to acquire over the weekend. He placed it on the clerk's desk, then went back to rummaging through his pocket, pulling out any number of quarters and nickels that he'd saved up for the past few weeks. He counted through them carefully, adding them up so he knew he hadn't missed a cent, before placing them next to the bill.

Please let it be enough, he pleaded in his head.

The clerk took the money Kenny had given, looking through them and counting them up. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he looked down at Kenny and nodded.

"Alright, you're good to go," He said, passing the doll towards Kenny.

The boy felt his eyes widen in shock and joy. He couldn't stifle a "Woohoo!" before he had quickly grabbed the Barbie doll off the clerk's desk and sprung out the door. Kissing the doll on the cheek, he rushed down the sidewalk towards his home at the SoDoSoPa.

She'll be so happy, he thought.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A snooty voice asked.

Kenny froze in his tracks as he looked up from the doll to see three 5th grade girls leering down at him, blocking his path. He stepped back, somewhat intimidated.

"What's a boy like you doing with a nice, pretty doll like that?" The first girl, who was wearing a red cap, asked, her hands on her hips.

"(None of your business,)" Kenny retorted through his parka, clutching the doll close as he attempted to walk through the girls. As he did, however, the girl wearing a gray hoodie wrenched the doll out of his grasp so hard it jerked him around.

"(Give it back!)" Kenny shouted, getting on his toes and trying to snatch it from her. She tossed it over his head to the overweight girl with the blue bandana.

"This doll is much too good for a dump like you," The girl sneered, throwing it to the girl with the red cap.

"What would he even want with a Barbie doll?" The girl in the hoodie asked.

"Probably to fuck it and pretend it's his girlfriend," The girl in the cap mocked.

At that moment, Kenny sprang forward, slamming his head into the girl's stomach. She doubled over in pain, dropping the doll as she clutched her stomach. As Kenny reached down to grab it, he was kicked in the back by the girl in the bandana.

"Piece of filth!" She shouted in a rage.

Kenny sprang around and punched her in the face, causing her to stumble backwards, clutching her bleeding nose. Before Kenny could react, he was struck in the temple by the girl in the hoodie. Letting out a pained gasp, he collapsed onto the ground.

The girl in the hoodie heaved violently as she stood over him. Shooting her leg out, she kicked Kenny into the side of the building. His pupils shrank as he felt his body connect with the wall.

Then, his vision went dark, and his body slumped onto the ground as he was engulfed in blackness.

When Kenny awoke, it was still bright outside. He felt the need to check his body, feeling around to make sure he was alright.

Huh, he thought to himself. Not dead. Neat.

Looking around, he saw that the girls, as well as the Barbie doll, were gone. His fingers curled onto the snow as he felt a flurry of anger and disappointment flood his brain.

"(Fuck!)" He shouted, his voice muffled. And after he'd gone through all that trouble just to get that doll.

She would be so sad. But there was nothing he could do now.

With a heavy sigh, he picked himself up off the ground. His hands in his pockets, he somberly continued on his way home, his head lowered.

After what seemed like an eternity, he made it to his house. When he opened the door, his saw his father, Stuart, lounging about on their torn-up couch, watching the news.

"Where the Hell have you been?" He asked in a gruff tone, not even bothering to turn around and visually acknowledge his son. He chugged down a shot of whisky before nonchalantly chucking it into the wall behind him.

Kenny sucked in a deep breath, looking down. "(Nowhere, dad,)" He grumbled out.

Stuart scoffed and continued watching the news. Kenny felt his eye twitch as he walked past him, avoiding the broken bottle shards that lay shattered on the ground. Storming up the stairs, he headed to the room of his siblings.

His older brother, Kevin, was sleeping at the end of the room. Their younger sister, Karen, sat up in her bed, her knees tugged together tightly. She looked up as she saw Kenny enter.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw Kenny's bruised face. "Kenny, you're bleeding," She whispered, keeping her voice low so as to not alert their parents.

"(It's nothing,)" Kenny reassured her as he took his seat next to his sister. "(Um, Karen, I have some bad news.)"

"What is it, Kenny?" Karen asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Kenny breathed heavily. "(Remember that Barbie doll you wanted, after the other one was broken?)" He asked, placing his arm around his sister.

"Yeah," Karen whispered.

"(Well, I tried to get it, but. . .)" He started, but trailed off.

That was enough for Karen to understand. "Oh," Was all she said, pressing her head into his chest. Her hand tightened against Kenny's jacket, and he could feel her start to sniffle.

"(Hey, it'll be alright, Karen,)" He attempted to reassure her, even though he knew it was futile. It had been hard enough to scrape together enough cash just for that Barbie doll, and he had no idea how long it would take until he could get enough to try again.

"I'm sorry, Kenny," Karen whispered, struggling to hold back tears. "It's just. . . I have trouble sleeping without something to hold onto."

Kenny nodded as he slid his hand through her hair. It was true; Karen was often scared to go asleep at night unless she had her doll. He didn't blame her; between the homeless people who shuffled outside their house at night, not to mention the rats that scurried through the house and the constant creaking of the floors, even he was often afraid to close his eyes. He tried to hide it from Karen, though.

"(Hey, Karen, I know things seem hard now,)" He said, trying to comfort himself as much as her. "(But things will get better, someday. Hopefully.)"

Setting Karen down onto the bed, he quietly left her room, his own words echoing in his head.

Would things get better? After all, this had been his life ever since he had been born, and no matter how many times he died and came back, it showed no signs of changing.

He only wished there was a way it could.

"Come on, come on," Stan said as he surfed through the internet on his computer, Kyle sitting next to him.

"Hey, you guys found anything good yet?" Eric Cartman asked, lounging lazily on Stan's bed, flinging some chips into his mouth.

"We're trying, fatass," Kyle retorted, shooting a glare at Cartman over his shoulder. "It's not like we can just magically find out what the latest game is. Not to mention where it is and how much it costs."

"It would be easier if it weren't for these stupid ads," Stan grumbled, deleting multiple advertisements that popped up on his screen. However, one of them caught Kyle's eyes.

"Hey, Stan, wait!" He called out, raising a hand to halt his friend's rapid clicking. "Click on that one."

Stan raised an eyebrow, but clicked on the ad, allowing it to pop up and fill the screen.

"Cartman, come here!" Kyle called out. "Check it out!"

With some effort, Cartman pulled himself out of the bed and headed over to Stan's desk. "What is it?" He asked, annoyed at having to get up. However, his eyes widened when he saw the advertisement on the screen.

Did you enjoy South Park: Phone Destroyer? If so, this is for you.

Enjoy the latest addition to this awesome game that can transport you (yes, you) into your phone and experience an all-real, all-digital adventure.

All you need to access this game is an iPhone and a pair of special Ubisoft headphones distributed at a store near you. Once you have these, plug the headphones into your phone, put them on, and you'll be transported into a world beyond your own.

Inside your phone, you'll be able to transverse fantastic landscapes, switch card costumes and abilities at will, and interact with and battle other players to decide who the game master is.

But the real treat for players is a key hidden within this very game. Whoever can brave the odds and acquire it will be able to grant any wish they desire, and make it true.

Do you have what it takes to make it through Phone Destroyer and achieve your one true desire? If so, then this game is for you.

See you in your phone, and may the best player win.

". . . That is so cool!" Cartman shouted, slamming his fist onto the desk. "We have to get it! Now!"

"I can't wait to tell the others!" Stan said, only to Cartman to nudge him harshly.

"Idiot, you can't let our friends know about this," He berated him. "All that'll do is increase the competition inside the game."

"Well if we found out about it, it won't be long until Craig, Wendy, and the others do," Kyle pointed out.

Cartman stroked his chin, deep in thought. "You have a point, there," He said. "In that case, we have to act fast. Come on, guys, we gotta go get ourselves those headphones before more people enter the game! Come on!"

With that, the three headed out the door towards the nearest store.

First chapter up. Read and review.