*Pteronophobia (deleted fan-scene of The Snake King)*
Lloyd looked into the crack of the door to find Pythor sitting on his bed, looking down at the Anacondrai Staff he and the Generals have retrieved from his Tomb. He had overheard the Generals talking about Pythor acting strangely since they came to the Tomb and has been that way since they came back from there. Lloyd just had to find out what what's bothering the new Snake King, even if he did betray him back at Darkly's.
Truth is the young boy believed that Pythor deserves his forgiveness. He recalled the reason why Pythor betrayed him.
"I thought you were my friend!"
"All you wanted was to make the Serpentine your slaves!"
Lloyd figured that was the reason the Serpentine hates humans. Pythor thought he wanted to enslave the snake creatures. But the boy didn't say he wanted slaves; he wanted henchmen and friends. He would have told Pythor that sooner, but he left before he could. He felt mad about it as he was heartbroken, but now seeing Pythor like this…he just feels terrible…especially when he saw Pythor hug his Staff with quiet but noticeable sobs.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered in between sobs. "I'm so sorry…" Why was he apologizing, and to who? Then he recalled that Pythor was acting strangely as they approached his Tomb…his Tribe's Tomb! He must be mourning for his fallen brethren. They're all gone, and he's the only one left. Not taking much more of this, Lloyd crept into the bedroom.
"Pythor…" The snake shot his head up and turned sharply to see Lloyd standing behind him, looking rather timid and crestfallen. Oh, Great Devourer, has he been watching him crying?!
"What are you doing here, boy?!" he yelled, looking away and wiping away his tears only to have new ones flowed down from his fuchsia eyes. "Go away and leave me alone!"
"I just wanted to say…I'm sorry." Pythor turned his head to him in reply, showing confusion on his tear-stained face.
"Sorry about…what?" he asked, trying his hardest to swallow back the lump in his throat. He didn't even bother to stop Lloyd as the boy sat down on the bed beside him.
"About your Tribe," he answered. "I know you don't wanna believe me but…what happened wasn't your fault. They didn't have a choice. I just wish that…I could bring your Tribe back somehow. But that's probably impossible isn't it…unless we could make clones."
"Clones?"
"You know," Lloyd explained, looking up at him. "Replicas of your Tribe members created from their DNA. My classmate Gene from Darkly's Boarding School told me about that. DNA's used to make a clone, like one of your scales or—"
"Lloyd, no!" Pythor cried, slithering back when he reached out to his side. Lloyd looked up at him and soon recalled what he had overheard Skales tell the other Generals.
"Pythor'sss pretty touchy; he yelled at me to take my handsss off him when I wasss trying to help him up. He ssseemed freaked out about it, too."
"Pythor, what's wrong?" he then asked. "Why don't you want anyone to touch you? You seemed okay with me hugging you back at your Tomb."
"That was because you hugged my neck and not my midsection," he explained, hugging himself. "I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but…I'm…I'm…I'm pteronophobic." Lloyd arched an eyebrow at him.
"Terra-what-now?" Pythor looked up at him sharply.
"I'm scared of getting tickled, alright?!" he snapped. "Especially on the stomach!" The blond couldn't believe it. Pythor's scared of getting tickled! A sly smirk then appeared on his face, reminding the Anacondrai of back when Lloyd was a "bad guy" in-training. Uh-oh…
"Lloyd," he warned with a whimper, "don't look at me that way…" Lloyd then pounced upon him and started to wiggle his fingers against his scaly stomach.
"ACKHAHAHAHA! LLOYD, NOHOHOHOHO! STOP IT! PFFHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T—HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Considerate payback for back at Darkly's," the boy stated, also thinking this the best way to cheer up and make Pythor feel better.
"I SAID I—HAHAHAHAHA—WAS—PFFHAHAHAHA—SORR—HAHAHAHAHA!" Pythor protested, having a hard time trying to get the boy to stop. And yet the violet Serpentine can feel the heavy burden rising off of his shoulders.
Guess Lloyd isn't such a bad boy after all…
*Lover's Chase (Starring my OC)*
Pam couldn't help but giggle as she hid behind a cloud. Her sneaky Pythor is at it again. He's followed her when she got the chance to be alone, without the Ninja, Malcho, or her animal friends. He then jumped her and started to smother her with kisses. Now she knows how Penelope Pussycat felt when in Pepe le Pew's embrace. Fortunately, she escaped his grasp and took off to the skies with the power of her Four Wind Sais. The bad news is that Pythor anticipated this, explaining why he brought along his Draco-Steed Nebula.
Right now, she's hiding so as to avoid her lovesick Romeo. Although being a damsel in distress can annoy her at times, she couldn't help but have fun with Pythor. This little lover's chase of theirs is rather fun as it is cute. She feels like a little kid again playing tag and/or hide-and-seek.
"Oh, Pamela, darling~! Come out~ come out~ wherever you are~" Pythor's voice sang not to far from her cloud. She just had to stifle a laugh. Although she never admits it, the Anacondrai is just too cute that way. It makes her want to jump out and tickle him.
"You can fly, my little kitten," he teased, "but you can't hide~"
I can try, she thought to herself before looking over the cloud to get a peak at him. But when she did, he wasn't there.
"Did I throw him off my tail?" she asked herself with confusion.
"I'm afraid not." Before Pam had time to react, Pythor threw his arms around her legs and pulled her onto Nebula's back. The two of them snuck up from behind her and got the drop on her.
"Hey, no fair!" Pam yelled with a bit of a giggle in her tone. "You caught me with my guard down!"
"Can I help it if I'm persistent?" he asked slyly.
"More like stubborn."
"Oh, yeah?" On that note, Pythor pulled her into his chest for a kiss.
*Pythor's Reaction to the Funny Switch (Deleted Fan-Scene from Tick Tock)*
"Zane…" Pythor said as he and the other Ninja gapped at the open chest of the White Ninja. "You are…You are…"
"A ROBOT?!" the others cried.
"All this time," Zane answered, looking down at the switches and wires that were inside of him the whole time. "I never knew…"
"I, uh…" Jay started. "I guess that explains your, uh…why you're so, uh…"
"Smart," Pythor finished, not wanting to hurt his friend's feelings, "and I guess…not much of a joker…uh, no offense."
"Actually Pythor," Zane explained, "as it turns out, I do have a sense of humor. I never show it because my funny switch wasn't on."
"Funny switch?" Zane then switched on a switch on him labeled Humor before closing his chest. Then he started dancing around like a smiling goofball as he started singing:
"Hello, my baby!
Hello, my honey!
Hello, my ragtime ga~al!
Send me a kiss on wi~ire!" Jay just burst out laughing as his White brother stopped his comical performance, but the others just stared at him in weirded-out shock. Pythor's reaction?
"Alright, it's official!" the violet Serpentine, holding up his hands as if it were a stickup. "We are not to show that performance to Lloyd…although that was pretty funny. Thank goodness it didn't involve a rubber chicken, because that would be just plain scary."