The last thing that Technoblade expected to see when he stepped out onto his porch, was the form of a small child lying in the snow. He isn't sure how long they have been there, but if they haven't frozen to death already, they will soon. He hurried over to them, and they were thankfully breathing.

Technoblade didn't hesitate to drape his cape it over the child to try to keep them warm. Then, he nudged their shoulder gently, trying to see if they were responsive. “Kid?” He rumbled.