We interrupt your frequently delayed fanfiction for an update. The author of this piece has left a note to inform me that he is currently spending most of his free time on filmmaking and managing his life. Because of this, Volume Seven has not been watched yet and his knowledge of it is quite limited. But the story must go on and from here we continue.

It was another bright and sunny day over in the world of fiction. Jaune Arc was busy sitting at his desk and typing furiously on his keyboard.

"And then Jaune became the headmaster of Beacon with every female character joining his harem." Jaune sighed happily to himself and sat back in his chair. He'd ben working hard at a fiction in which he became romantically involved with every girl in the RWBY series. Students, professors, and even deceased mothers were completely entranced by his presence in this fiction. Jaune was sure that it would be a literary masterpiece as he typed away. He wouldn't enjoy that bliss very long before a knocking came at his door.

"WHAT IS IT?" Jaune shouted, turning only his head as he looked to see who had been knocking.

The door opened and none other than Jaune's agent walked in. Jaune could feel any positivity he had being sucked dry.

"….What do you want?" Jaune asked dryly.

"I have something that you'll just love," his agent said with a wide grin. "You see. We've been doing some research and recent surveys suggest that you need a change in your attire."

Jaune felt his body sinking into his chair with every word that came out of his agent. This man was always trying get Jaune involved in some weird situation that people apparently wanted. The outcomes were almost never great.

"It seems that audiences respond better to certain hairstyles. Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren have already agreed to these terms and now it's your turn."

"Nora signs anything you give her as long as you shove a plate of pancakes in front of her," Jaune shrugged.

"That's beside the point," said his agent. "We've already decided that it's going to be done like this."

He held up a picture that had been on the clipboard he carried with him. It showed a man with wavy blonde hair and a sharp grin. Jaune couldn't help but agree that it looked better than his current messy style. Still, something felt off.

"Who's cutting my hair?" Jaune asked reluctantly.

A wide grin came over the agents face. "Why none other than Weiss Schnee. The darling was more than happy to do this for us."

"I don't even think Weiss knows how to cut hair," said Jaune. "That's probably why her hair only grows longer and never shorter."

"Nonsense," said Jaune's agent. "Now do be quiet while we get to work on this."

Jaune's agent stepped aside to make way for Weiss Schnee. She was dressed elegantly in white, as always. Jaune and Weiss had always been good friends. There had once been rumors on the studio that the two were a thing, but that was never really the case. As she walked in, Jaune couldn't help but notice the change in her style as well. Weiss now sported a massive braid instead of a basic ponytail. Jaune couldn't tell if this was a good sign or not for how his hair would look.

"Hello, Jaune," said Weiss. "Are you ready for you makeover?"

"No," said Jaune sheepishly.

Weiss smirked and motioned for Jaune to turn around in his chair. He did so reluctantly and shivered like he'd just been standing in snow all day. Weiss reached into her pocket and pulled out some scissors and a little bottle of hair tonic.

"Now please sit still while the Schnee hair service works its magic," she said with a smile.

"Your father owns a hair salon as well," asked Jaune.

"No," said Weiss. "I just say that so people have more confidence in more before I cut their hair."

It was happening and there was nothing Jaune could do about it. He sunk into his chair and moped as he felt the scissors clip at bits of hair. Not once did Jaune's eyes look up to see what he looked like. He only wanted to see what the aftermath of all this would be.

Finally, Weiss turned Jaune's chair around.

"Finished!" she said proudly.

Jaune looked into the mirror she ahd propped up and had one thing to say.

"Is that a happy meal on my head?"

"What? No," said Weiss. "You look dashing to me."

"I look like a walking fry stand," Jaune moaned. "Why can't I go back to the sets for volume one, two, and three? I was happier when I moved like a drunk Ken doll."

Weiss rolled her eyes and turned to walk out. "I happen think you look good, but what would I know?" she asked sarcastically before walking out.

Jaune was so horrified by his new look that he refused to leave his place all day, instead choosing to type away at his fanfiction. He was getting to the part where he had a six-way marriage between Team RWBY, Pyrrha, and Cinder Fall, when another knock came at his door.

"YOU'D BETTER NOT MAKE MY HAIR RESEMBLE A GOLDEN ARCH!" Jaune roared.

The door opened very slowly and a pair of cat ears stuck out.

"Blake?" Jaune asked.

The rest of the head poked out to reveal that it was indeed Blake Belladonna. She stepped out with one leg and the rest of her body followed. She looked shyly at the floor as Jaune noticed the change. Her hair was significantly shorter in a little bob.

Jaune's jaw dropped. It wasn't that Blake looked bad. It was just a big change from what he'd been used to.

"My agent….he had the talk with me too…." Blake sighed. "I didn't really want to, but Weiss insisted."

Jaune fought very hard to comment that she looked like a furry power puff girl. Instead, Jaune let out a sigh and nodded his head.

"Do you mind if I sit here in the corner?" asked Blake. "I…don't really want people seeing me like this."

"I feel you," said Jaune. "Just look at my hair."

Blake didn't respond exactly how Jaune expected her to. She actually giggled a little, but no in the way Jaune assumed.

"You look fine," she laughed. "I can always count on you to have the biggest overreaction"

Jaune looked up at Blake in disbelief. "You really mean that?" He sounded like a toddler asking a parent when he said that.

"Of course," said Blake.

"I don't think your hair is bad either," said Jaune.

"Guess we can both relate then to the anxiety of how we're perceived." Blake sat her self down and smiled at Jaune.

"I'd like to hang out here for a bit if you don't mind. It's nice to know somebody else can relate."

"Same here," said Jaune.

The two of them spent the day reminiscing about the previous volumes they'd worked on and figured out how long they planned on keeping the cuts.