First of all, let's get a few things straight. Yes, my name is Cackletta, but I wasn't born under that name. Honestly, what kind of sick, depraved parents would name their kid Cackletta? I took that name when I was sixty. Fawful thought it up. It sounds vaguely demonic, but not like I'm going to eat your babies. I was morn Marie L. Haven. I've been told the L stands for Lorraine, but on my birth certificate, it just says L. I don't think I'll ever know.
Also, Fawful isn't my brother. He's my son. He's forty. The father is Fawful Mikarodo Sr. who died in the Little Fungitown uprising of 1970.
Lastly, I would like to clear up that I didn't always look like that. I'm just old. When I was younger, I looked much better. In fact, I won a few High School beauty pageants. Looking back, I wish I had looked like I do now. It might have saved me everything I had.
Author's notes: Sorry about the three paragraph first chapter. It's just an introduction. The next chapter will be longer. Also, it's time for an instalment of "What CD is Fawfulclone listening to?" Your musical clue is the back-to-back live versions of "Roses Grow" and "The Sky is a Poisonous Garden" A successful guess earns a special mention in a future chapter (the chapter that comes out after I read the guess).