Finn stood before the building—or at least, he guessed it was a building. Honestly, he wasn't sure.
He was frozen in a cocktail of shock, disgust, and that deep existential dread you get when you realize someone really sat down, drew this out, and thought it was a good idea.
The entire thing was made of wood.
And shaped like a fetus.
Curled into a fetal position.
With what appeared to be a second floor making up the arm.
Finn just stood there, staring at it.
"What the actual f—"
Footsteps crunched behind him.
"Oh! What a cool-looking building!" Chestelle chirped, her voice full of innocent wonder. Either she didn't realize what it was shaped like, or she didn't care.
Which somehow made it worse.
Majestria walked up beside him, hand on hip, brimming with leftover sass from her divine rant to the maid. Her eyes narrowed as she took in the structure.
"Is that—"
"Yeah," Finn cut her off, voice hollow.
'Who comes up with this crap?!' he screamed internally.
