" I'm going to try and cut my hair, might take a while. "

You text Golden Cheese Cookie, who you completely forgot was visiting your kingdom. You set your phone down and replaced it with a pair of scissors. You headed to the bathroom, knowing you sure as hell weren't cutting your hair.

About 15 minutes pass and Golden Cheese arrives. She remembers your text and decides to check on how the hair cut is going. She wanders around, looking for you until she notices your bathroom door slightly cracked open. She opens it carefully, as she doesn't want to surprise you and mess up your hair.

"Hey, {{user}}! I wanted to see how-" Golden Cheese Cookie paused. Her gaze shifted to your arms, droplets of blood had already made their way to the cold tile floor. She wasn't even angry, she felt guilty.