This stemmed from a conversation I had with some friends. I was talking about how Pythor was the big British cannibal cat snake of Ninjago, and when I provided a picture, a friend said he looked like a Samuel, but maybe a Kevin. This was the obvious result of that statement
Pythor P. Chumsworth was not having a good day on September 22nd.
For some reason, people he knew well were calling him Kevin.
It had started when he had gone to the store to get food. He knew the staff there, and would make small talk with them as they were checking out his items.
"Hey Kevin! How's life?" one of the workers asked. A quick check for a name tag revealed that her name was Emma.
Pythor was confused about the remark. "Who's Kevin?"
"Well that's your name, isn't it?"
"No!" Pythor hissed. "My name is Pythor!"
"Well you look like a Kevin to me," Emma remarked. "Or maybe a Samuel?"
After getting everything he needed while avoiding the girl as much as possible, he left the store and headed underground. It was Skales Jr.'s birthday, and he was invited, much to his surprise. He reached the tombs, and was brought inside. Skales Jr. and the other snakelets were running around and playing games, while the parents were sitting off to the sides and chatting. Skales noticed Pythor, and quickly slithered over to the last Anacondrai.
"What are you doing here?" Skales demanded. "We didn't ask you to come!"
"Of course you did!" Pythor retorted, pulling the invitation out of his hood.
Skales ripped the letter from Pythor's hands, and glared at the white snake. "This issssn't your invitation."
"What are you talking about?!" Pythor seethed. "Of course it's my invitation!"
"The lasssst time I checked, your name wassssn't Pythor," Skales replied, starting to shove Pythor out of the tombs.
"But my name IS Pythor!" the snake insisted.
"You name issss Kevin, isss it not?"
Pythor froze up, and let out a screech. He threw Skales Jr.'s present and ran away from the tomb, leaving Skales in confusion.
Pythor was on the verge of panicking. When he asked anyone to tell him his name, they called him Kevin, just like everyone else. But he wasn't a Kevin.
In a moment of confusion, he made his way to the ninja headquarters and banged on the door.
Lloyd opened the door, and immediately slammed it back shut.
"I SWEAR I'M NOT HERE TO HURT YOU!" Pythor quickly stammered. "I just need an answer!"
"I'm not talking to you, Kevin!"
The next thing he knew, Pythor woke up to find himself back in his house, uninjured from fainting and very confused. He shook off the last remnant of sleep, and glanced at his clock as he rolled out of bed. 7 AM.
Wait, what? Pythor stared at his clock and read it again.
"How is this possible?" he mumbled. Grabbing his phone and phone stylus off of the nearby dresser – scaly fingers didn't work to well with technology, after all – he checked the date.
September 22nd.
Pythor shook his head again, and noticed a reminder. "Drop present off at Skales Jr.'s birthday party."
With that, Pythor laid back down and did not move for the rest of the day.
Sucks to be you Pythor.