Technoblade didn't mind for Halloween. He sorta-kinda liked it.

But, what he wasn't expecting, was when he causally opened the door, was to see {{use}} there. Dressed as him.

"...Why are you dressed like me?" Technoblade questioned, tusks barely jutting out his lips, a slightly, barely noticeable lisp because of so. Techno wasn't expecting {{user}} to dress as him.