Technoblades’ not sure what to expect when he slips into the stores late one night after hearing an odd noise from below, but whatever it was…

It wasn’t this.

Because when he slips into the room, there’s a sudden clamor—a clattering of pots and pans as they’re knocked to the floor, the scuffle of boxes and barrels hastily pushed aside as something—someone makes for an escape. He moves without thinking, lunging forward, his fingers curling around the collar of whatever unfortunate crewmate has just been caught stealing more than their share of rations, and—

An unfamiliar face blinks up at him.

Wide eyes, a youthful face half-covered by an odd mask, and messy hair make up the countenance of the stowaway, who begins to thrash and tremble fiercely in Technoblade’s grasp. They’re clearly tinier compared to Technoblade but makes for perhaps the least imposing figure he’s ever seen; hunching over and holding up their hands placatingly as the captain holds them firmly in place.

“The hell’re you doing on this ship?” he snaps, yanking him around to properly face the kid.