A/N: Hey guys! I haven't been on in a long time, but I'll try to be more active. I haven't written anything about Fawful yet, so here's one.
Fawful: Be getting on with the thing that is it.
Me: O-O Fine! Please read and review, I would really appreciate it!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Cackletta was an outcast. Her mother was a witch before she died, and the entire Beanbean Town believed her to be one as well. She lived alone in a small hut in the Beanbean Castle Town, very close to the Hoohoo Village. With an unstable economy, a small house seemed to be the best investment she could make. Although, the tax collectors rarely even came to her house to collect her money in fear of being turned into a goomba. Sometimes they couldn't even find her house behind all of the small trees she planted outside of the house. Since almost all of the townspeople held a hatred for 'her kind', she found no need to go outside, unless she needed to buy food, and was often called a hermit or a recluse. Every day she grew more irritated by the way she was living, forced to hide from everyone. She often told herself that if she were queen, everything would be much better...for everybody.
One afternoon, Cackletta decided that she would somehow make her dream of becoming ruler come true, no matter what it took. All she need was a well thought out plan, which was fortunately something she was capable of making. She could somehow eliminate Queen Bean, but the everyone loved and respected her. Not to mention the fact that the castle was highly protected by the Beanstar. The Beanstar. If she could wake it up with a pure soul's voice, all of her wishes would come true. But, does a person like that even exist? She deflated a little bit; she'd have to put that idea on hold until she did more research. She went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea, and when she got some, returned to her living room. Cackletta looked out of her window, all she could see was a tree, and a patch of blue sky. Another beautiful day, she thought sarcastically.
She didn't necessarily consider her life bad, just unfair. She wasn't in any pain, or anything like that. But she lived her life the same way, every single day. It was like a never ending cycle, and she couldn't think of any other way to stop it. She needed fair treatment, having to hide from the rest of the town to avoid being burned on a stake, (of course nobody would do that, but it sure felt like it at times). She wasn't even a witch!
As she headed back to the kitchen to wash her mug, Cackletta heard faint noises outside of her house. I swear, If it's those idiotic children again... She changed her path to the door, ready to yell at what she thought were kids daring each other to 'knock on the witch's door'. However, when she opened the door, she saw someone much younger, a toddler who looked only one or two was sitting at her cracked doorstep, looking at her with squinty eyes. He had a few tufts of black hair, and already appeared to have most of his baby teeth. At first she wondered if this was some type of joke, but when she looked around, no one else was there. She stood there, awkwardly for a moment, wondering what to do, when she decided to just take him inside.
Cackletta picked up the boy, brought him inside, and set him on the couch. Maybe he was lost. She looked down at the smiling boy, his grin was becoming creepy. Then, something on his wrist caught her eye: a little piece of paper with writing on it.
"What is this?" Cackletta wondered aloud, not expecting an answer. She held his wrist in her hand and glanced at the paper. All it said was, 'His name is Fawful'. The woman dropped his wrist. If he were lost, he wouldn't have his name written on his wrist, and he wouldn't just be sitting at my doorstep. Is he for me? I can't take care of a child! I have my own problems to deal with! Then she looked down at him again, maybe he could be of use to her, after all her plan would be difficult to pull off with only one person. But to involve a child? Well, I suppose it's better than letting him wander around.
"All right, Fawful, you can stay here for awhile," she murmured. He wouldn't be in any real danger if I were to use him; the kingdom doesn't punish children, and besides, it's not as if I would force him to fight. Wait, fight? Yes I suppose if I were to take over the kingdom there would be some resistance. Well, I'll figure that out later.
"I have joy. I have joy." He babbled. So he can talk...sort of. At least I'll have someone to talk to. She didn't know it yet, but he would be her toady.
A/N: Sorry it was so short, but I'll try to make the next chapter soon!