Bashful's diary-Entry one

Dear Diary,

Living with my Uncle in these terrible conditions is becoming unbearable. I suppose I should be thankful to the man, he did raise me alone after my parents… left. However, he always throws away what little money we have on beer and always returns home drunk. Some days he arrives home in a cheery mood, and all I have to do is put him into bed. But sometimes, most times, he is angry and violent. It's times like these where I fear for my life. On those days it is better to keep out his way, fortunately there are many hiding places in our house. However, if I get in his way, he can be very angry and unpredictable. Yesterday he hit me, for no apparent reason. I hate it here and I want to leave, but I can't leave him. He's the only family I've got to take care of me and I'm the only family he's got to take care of him. I still dream of living in a much nicer place with people who take care of me. It's only a dream though and that's all it will ever be…

End of Diary entry

Grumpy tossed and turned in his bed. No matter where he lay he could not get comfortable. There was defiantly something digging into his back. Something sharp. Sighing, he got out of bed and felt under his mattress. His hand emerged with a bent fork. And another. And another. "How on earth does this even get into my bed?" He thought to himself. He glanced towards Dopey, who was sleeping soundly. "Probably him, or one of his pets put them here." He said simply. He sighed. "Well, I'd better put these back." He picked up the forks and went to the kitchen.

As Grumpy stepped into the kitchen, he was surprised to see Bashful standing there. Before he could question why he was there, Grumpy noticed that Bashful was doing something very strange. The younger dwarf was facing away from him and he had both of his hands in a small bowl. He seemed to be washing his hands, almost manically. He hadn't noticed Grumpy walk in. "Umm… Bashful?"

Bashful quickly spun around in shock, knocking over the bowl onto the floor. His eyes were wide with fear and he stared at Grumpy with alarm. "W-What are y-you doing here?" He asked. Grumpy looked at him in confusion. Bashful had always been shy and quiet, but now he seemed completely terrified of him. Grumpy bent over to pick up the bowl. "I was just –" Grumpy stopped. The bowl had been filled with water, but it had broken from the fall and it had leaked out. But that wasn't what made Grumpy stop. The water wasn't clear, it was dark red. Almost like it had been dyed with blood.

Grumpy looked at Bashful, who was now shaking. "Did you…cut yourself? " Bashful looked away from Grumpy to the floor. He then suddenly ran up to the bowl and started picking the pieces up with his hands. "Sorry. Clumsy. Clear away." He said quickly as he cleared all the mess off the floor. Grumpy looked at him. "Bashful, what-"

"Sorry for disturbing you Grumpy. I'll go now. "Bashful quickly scurried out the kitchen, leaving Grumpy alone to consider what had just happened.

"That was defiantly blood. But where was it from? Did Bashful cut himself? But why was he so scared? Did something happen?" Thoughts whizzed around Grumpy's head. He shook his head. "There must be a reasonable explanation for all this." He said simply. Even so, he decided to discuss the event with someone tomorrow.