Rapunzel

John awoke in his tower, glorious golden tresses pooling around his body, miraculously unknotted.

He combed his hair out of his eyes in confusion as he gazed around the cluttered room and suddenly realised how much he wanted to leave.

Right then. He was putting a stop to this nonsense.

John stood, attempting not to step on his ridiculously long hair before making his way around the circular tower that he had woken up in. At the far end of the tower there was a singular window with a delicate hook and pulley system.

"Righto" he said, beginning to gather his golden tresses in his arms before haphazardly tossing it out the window.

Just as he thought, there was more than enough hair to reach the bottom, no trouble. He picked up a pair of golden nail scissors, examining them critically before he began to hack off huge chunks of his hair, spitting and cursing the whole way through.

He tied the cut hair to the hook before searching the house for provisions. He collected everything up in a satchel before tossing it out the window.

"Good thing I found bubble wrap" he murmured cheerfully as the bag hit the ground with a crash and a pop. He ducked back inside quickly to grab a hat before returning to the window.

John glanced behind him once more, not regretting at all anything he had just done before climbing down the hair, scooping up his bag and setting off into the forest.

"Well that was easy" he scoffed.

"More entertaining I'd say" Sherlock interjected from where he was leaning invisibly against a nearby tree, causing John to turn towards his smug friend.

"Really Sherlock?" John asked irritably "it never occurred to you to help me out maybe?"

Sherlock looked thoughtful for a moment "no."

"Bloody Princes" John muttered mutinously, hefting his bag higher up onto his shoulder "well come on, I'm hungry and I'm pretty sure some sort of cackling stepmother is about to make an appearance."

"Really John? You're frightened of an old woman? Actually with the way this ridiculous story is going it'd probably be Mrs Hudson" Sherlock scoffed.

John rolled his eyes "yeah, yeah, just be happy you're not blind right now."

A/N: Hey there and thanks for clicking! I've seen a lot of Sherlock-y fairy tales lately and so I decided to write a few where the characters are pretty aware of what's going on in the stories instead of them reliving the fairy tales in some way. This is absolutely not a shot at anyone who does write Sherlockian Fairy Tales, just how I would imagine the characters might act if they suddenly found themselves in this situation.