Before I go into the actual disclaimer, here is a review that was left on my Shantae fanfiction I've made within the last month of 2021 and into 2022.
It's by a person who is very toxic and has been known to harrass and abuse anyone he wants and thinks that NO ONE can make him stop. I'm going to make sure that someone, I don't care who, but that someone important can see what he is doing and realize that he's doing this not just to me, but everyone.

Reviews for Ricky the Male Genie S82161 chapter 7 . Jan 23

I used the name of the OC of this story behind your back. I used it in a story of mine called The Victorian Thief. Why did I still Ricky Harlem you may ask? Because I felt like it. OC's are in the public domain. You don't have the right to own the character of Ricky Harlem. I own him now and there's nothing you can do about it. I'd like to see you try and report what I did to the admins. They won't care. They wouldn't give a shit about your report.

This fanfic is based on the South Park RPGs.

It features a female version of Dovahkiin (aka, new kid) and it will be in her POV.

She will also be aged up to 13 as opposed to being 9.

With this out of the way, let's begin.

I feel very funny... I thought to myself on the trip... I felt as though I'd forgotten something very important. And when I tried to talk, all that came out was a squeak... now I remembered one thing. My voice box was damaged for some reason, so I could barely speak a peep. But by jove, I was going to try, especially since I saw my mom and my dad driving down the road in the front seats.

"mom... dad..." I said, my voice being as loud as I could muster, but I was very tired.

"Don't worry, hon, we're going to be okay... we're going somewhere that no one would ever notice," mom said with a caring smile as I lifted my eyes up and smiled at her face... it looked almost exactly like mine, with the only difference being the scar that I had on my cheek... wait... how did I get that scar?

"where... are we going?" I asked them.

"Huh... I thought for sure your voice had kicked the bucket, hon... ahem... don't worry, we're almost there. Our new home in the quiet mountain town of South Park," dad said, me smiling at that and chuckling lightly to myself. South Park? That place being considered a quiet place?

Yeah, nuh-uh. I'd seen the town of South Park in the news numerous times, as it seemed to have a chaotic atmosphere to it with modern presidents, famous actors, and even famous singers were frequenters to the town. Hell, there was even an incident with Cthulhu and another one with Satan himself... and it sounded like it'd be the perfect place to disappear to. No way in heck I'd encounter... wait... what was I remembering? Oh, dammit, now I forgot what I was trying to remember!

"Ah, we're here!" mom smirked widely as I looked out of the car window and gained a big grin on my face. The sign that said South Park, the different houses passing us by, until we eventually got to a red clad house with a Sold sign on the For Sale property... I couldn't help but wonder what we'd encounter in this place.

I then woke up the rest of the way and unlatched my seatbelt before then getting out of the car (after it was parked, shut up) and I proceeded to carry my personal belongings from the moving van to the place.

"where do i... put my stuff?" I asked my mom with a smile.

"Your room is the first door on the right after going up the stairs. You handle your stuff, we'll get the rest," mom said to me with a smile. I then did just that and started getting my items inside... including something that I had completely forgotten about. My cell phone... my absolute best friend in the world... but when I turned it on, I gawked at how my friends list on ALL of my social media was erased... and that my name was one that I didn't understand.

"what the... Felicia?... n-no, that's not my name... it starts with a "d", last i checked..." I thought aloud, but ignoring it as I saw that the other apps were still able to be used and that their advances were unharmed. "whew, what a relief... my high scores on candy crush is safe," I smiled.

I then finished up getting my important items into my room (minus the bed, dressers, and computer desk. The movers handled the big items). And after they had finished up, I then looked around my room with a sigh... I had to wonder deep down why I moved... and why I barely remembered much about me before. I didn't remember my own name, how many followers I had, or... pretty much anything from age 8 to now.

And it was then that my mom and dad came into my room with smiles on their faces.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" mom asked as I smiled.

"good..." I said shyly.

"Um... do you happen to remember why we moved here?" dad asked as I shook my head no.

"i don't even... remember my name... but it's not felicia..." I said with a frown.

"I see... okay, well, would you like us to tell you your name?" dad asked, me smiling and nodding.

"Dovahkiin is your name... but that's just between the three of us, okay? No one else must know that name... trust me," mom said, me smirking at that.

"thanks for being honest, mum... i promise not to say it..." I said with a smirk.

"Okay, now why don't you go outside and find some friends to play with? Get some fresh air like a normal kid?" dad smirked, me smiling and nodding as I then grabbed a bit of coinage from my personal coin collection (5 dollars in quarters and dimes) and proceeded out the door, going down the steps and then, instead of going out right away, hiding behind the stairs in case my parents started to talk.

"It's a good thing she can't remember... I can't risk losing her... we almost lost her three times already..." mom said, me being confused at that.

"We just have to hope that she doesn't tell anyone her real name. I know you think it's the right move, but we had to wipe her history for a reason. Agent Eyepatch is going to do whatever it takes to find her again," dad said, me then remembering one thing... me getting punched in the throat by a grizzly man with gray hair, age spots, a black suit, and wearing a black eyepatch on his creamy white face. I then left out the door and went down the street... only to see that there was a small fight going on between a couple of other kids! Sure, they were younger than me, but I saw that the one with the blonde hair and blue attire was getting pretty badly hurt.

I then grabbed the other kid by the shit collar and he then started to shout in retort.

"Ack! No fair! Put me down right now!" he said, me then simply tossing him over to a nearby patch of yellow snow, him then gagging and running off in tears.

"Woah, that was so cool! You must be the new kid, right?" the blonde kid asked, me thinking his voice was adorable.

"yes..." I said shyly.

"Shy type, huh?" he asked, me sighing as I pointed to my voice box and then motioned my hand to imitate a choking thing. "Oh, something happened to your throat?" I nodded at his question. "Well, no worries! I'm Butters the Merciful, a level 10 Paladin! The Wizard King has been expecting your arrival. Come with me to his kingdom, won't you?" he asked, me. I smirked at this. Sure, he was younger, but I had a feeling that it'd be interesting, since this was South Park, North Dakota we were talking about.

"okay..." I smiled as we then walked to the east down the road and Butters started to ask questions.

"So, what's your name, miss?"

"u-um... felicia..." I said, using the fake name mainly because of me wanting to respect my parents' wishes.

"Cool name. And where'd ya live before comin' here?" he asked.

"i uh... it's classified..." I said.

"Ah, mysterious too! The Wizard King will like that," Butters smirked as we then reached the second house east of where I lived. Butters then knocked on the door and who should come out but the Wizard King... and I recognized his fat face immediately as being the cause of most of the criminal activity in South Park.

"Cartman..." I frowned, the fatass looking at me with surprise before then gaining a glare of death.

"No, it's the Wizard King, ya fucking bitch!" he shouted, me frowning at that.

"well, that's no way... to treat a new recruit..." I frowned, that making him change tune again.

"You're the new kid, then?" he asked, me nodding. "Gonna be honest, I was expecting a guy, not a girl. You probably don't wanna play with us, do ya?" Cartman asked as I then simply farted, which made him gasp.

"trust me... though i'm shy... i'm pretty much a boy... without a penis... tomboy, if you will," I smirked, Cartman then smirking at me.

"Ehehehe... you wanna join our ranks, then?" he asked, me smirking at that.

"don't call me a bitch... and i'm joining," I said. Cartman then rolling his eyes (prick) before then nodding.

"Very well, new recruit, come, and I will show thee to my kingdom," he said, leading me into the house, where we saw his mom was watching TV and she looked at me with a smile.

"Aw, you made a new friend, Eric? What's your name, young lady?" she asked with a smile.

"felicia... i have a facebook..." I smirked.

"Aw, I'll be your friend on Facebook too, hon," she smirked as she got on her phone, did a bit of button pushing, and then I felt the euphoric ding-dong of my phone telling me I'd made a new friend.

"Don't talk to her, she's not part of the game," Cartman said as he then led me to his kitchen... and I heard another ding-dong in my pocket. I looked at my phone and saw that Butters also friended me! And then, Cartman opened the sliding door and I smiled at the sights.

"Welcome, new girl, to the Kingdom of Kupa Keep... or the KKK for short," he said, me smacking my face at that. Of course he'd make it spelled with three K's for a reference to the Klu Klux Klan.

"Here, you can see our weapons shop, manned by Clyde, the level 13 warrior," Cartman said as I then smiled at him.

"hi..." I smirked, Clyde smirking back at me.

"Hi back, miss. Not gonna lie, that scar looks really cute on you," he said, me blushing at that... don't know why he said that was the cutest thing about me, but it made me blush regardless.

"i'm felicia... like me on facebook?" I asked, him nodding and doing that.

"Ahem! Moving on!" Cartman groaned, leading me to the sign that said Stables, where a cat was in a small fence area. "Here are our vast stables, manned by Scott Malkinson, the level 12 Ranger, who has the power of diabetes," he said, Scott then smirking and getting on his phone... and I heard another ding-dong and smirked at how he'd already friended me!

"Decided to friend you because your cute," he smirked. I smiled and gave a thumbs-up as Cartman then led me to a... girl?

"And here, we have the most beautiful and ballsy princess in the land, Princess Kenny," he said, me then frowning and smacking my head.

"you mean the one... that dies every day?" I asked, Kenny then speaking... but it was muffled, of course.

"myou meam myou've meard mf me befmme?" he asked, me interpreting it as best I could (which I will do from now on)

"yeah... this town is always on the news... and many times... you die... and Cartman does crime..." I said, the fatass frowning at me.

"Hmm, you've done your homework, it seems. New kid, if you want to stick around here, you must from now on refer to me as the Wizard, or Wizard King, understood?" he asked, me nodding.

"got it," I said.

"Before we give you your occupation, tell us thy name," he said, me smirking.

"felicia..." I smiled.

"You have chosen the name, Douchegirl. Is that correct?" he asked. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow before I then simply accepted it. At least it wasn't a lie... I could be a pretty big jerk myself if I got upset.

"fine, call me douchegirl... so long as it isn't bitch, i'm fine with it..." I frowned.

"are you sure you want the name, Douchegirl?" he asked, me nodding. "Very well, then let us choose your occupation. You may select from four options: Fighter, Mage, Thief, or Jew," he said as I then frowned at the final option. Judging the fact that Cartman tried to make a second holocaust because of The Passion of the Christ, I decided to pick Thief instead.

"i'll be a thief... i automatically have an advantage... given age and height difference," I smiled, Cartman smirking at that.

"Very well then, you are now Douchegirl the Thief. Let's see those elves keep their coinage in the presence of a girl," he said, me smirking at his knowledge on girl spending habits and game tropes. "Now, head to the shop and acquire your weapon. Then, after doing so, meet with me at the training grounds."

I then went over to Clyde and looked at the items he had for sale, noting that the only one I could use as of current was the Rouge's dagger, which I grabbed and bought for... 2 dollars in coins. I only had 3 dollars left, so that meant I had to do some pillaging to get some more... after convincing the group to not rat me out to my parents. I then went back to Cartman and showed off the sword (which was made of plastic, but still sharp).

"Ah, I see you have procured a weapon. Now meet me in the training barracks and prepare for your first battle," he said, leading me over and me then he pulled Clyde from the weapons shop and looked at us.

"Now, Douchegirl, I want you, with the heart of a human warrior... to beat Clyde's ass," Cartman said, me frowning at that as Clyde frowned.

"What? Why me?" Clyde asked in annoyance.

"Because I fuckin' said so Clyde! Douchegirl needs training and the king wishes to be amused! Kick Clyde's ass, newbie," the fatass smirked as I then readied my weapon as Clyde then grabbed his weapon as well.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, new kid," he said, me smirking at me.

"you wouldn't hit a girl, would you?" I asked, giving him some cutesy eyes and him then gulping... it was then that I remembered something else about myself. My puppy-dog eyes never failed in making people feel sorry for me.

"Douchegirl, he's got his guard down, hit him with your strongest attack," he said, me then rushing Clyde and hitting him with a strong twirling slash from the plastic sword. Clyde gasped at the fact that I'd managed to give him some pain. "Now block all of Clyde's attacks!" Clyde then rushed me and tried to swing his sword, but I blocked it with my own sword via parrying his attack before then kicking him in the balls, that making Cartman laugh like a maniac.

"HAHAHAHA! Oh, that was fuckin' awesome! Hahaha! Okay, okay..." he said before recomposing himself and after Clyde gained an angry scowl and simply returned to his post at the armory. "You've proven yourself worthy, Douchegirl. Now come to my throne room, where I will show you something of grave importance." I then followed him to the area in question. And afterwards, I saw that his throne was a low-key ripoff of the Game of Thrones throne. And that there was a forked stick on a cushion next to it.

"Here it is, the artifact that always has humans and elves in a constant war. The Stick of Truth... the elves stole it two days ago, our kingdom was dying, but now it thrives. For whoever controls the stick controls the universe," Cartman said as I smiled at it.

"i see..." I frowned.

"Don't look at it! It's powers are too great for mortal eyes to comprehend!" he spouted before turning me around and speaking some more. "Now, as being a part of my kingdom, you'll need to pay a monthly fee of 9.99, 5.40 of which is tax deductible."

"i barely have enough on hand, but i can scrounge a b-" I was about to say before Butters started to shout.

"ALARM! ALARM!" he shouted as he rushed into the throne room.

"What's the issue, Paladin Butters?" Cartman asked.

"The elves are attacking!"

"Oh my god! Douchegirl, meet me outside and protect the kingdom!" Cartman shouted as I did just that and we saw that the elves were coming in through the gate on the east side.

"Clyde, guard the stick of truth! Douchegirl, fight with all your might!" Cartman shouted, me nodding as I then held my weapon in hand and I noted that the 'elves' were actually surprised at my height.

"They've got a giantess on their side! Attack her first!" the elves shouted, me then frowning at them saying that.

"giantess? i wish... then i could be able to do my vore fetish," I smiled to myself softly, so none of the others could hear me. I then got at least 6 different elves targeting me, which I then held my weapon up in defense. "time to inflict some pain," I smirked widely.