New Villains that nobody asked for! The Pixelator and Professor Pasteur (Story in comments)

???: "Hi!"

*Pasteur breathes heavily.*
Pixelated: Hey there! Don’t mind the professor, he doesn’t talk much.

???: "Oh, I understand."

Pixelator: Who are you anyways?

???: "Me? I’m [REDACTED]."

(Can’t reveal the name yet)

Pixelator: That’s a nice name, not gonna lie. What do you think, Prof?
Pasteur: Slightly boring.

???: "Woah, you’re rude. Kind of like me."

Pasteur: Thank you.

???: ”No prob."

You can rp with them if you want.

Sean Pasteur was a mad French scientist, who was infatuated with the idea of gases. In fact, he was so in love with their concept that he started to experiment on them. His peers often ridiculed with him and disagreed with his insane ideas of producing new types of gases. The French government even disallowed him to continue experiment with gases.

Angered by their decision, Pasteur swiftly stole equipment from his peers, and worked in a lab where no one would find him. He wanted to make some kind of gas, which would allow him to control everyone's thoughts and actions. With his ideas, he started making chemicals. He separated mixtures. He burnt acids and alkalis. He mixed every gas with each other. Everything was according to his plans, until...

KABOOM!

The whole lab was destroyed in one creation. This explosion made a fire that spread across the streets of Bordeaux and Lyon. And soon, a disaster was built. Houses were gradually caught on fire. Smoke was coming out of every windows, and few people perished in flames. Soon, the fire department came and extinguished the hell out of the fire.

One week later, the police department tracked down where the fire's original location. At the end of it all, the inspectors and officers discovered the hidden lab, where the accident happened. Worried about what was in there, military soldiers and the fire department were sent to help investigate. Further fires were dampened, as they went deeper. In the midst of smoke was a bald man lying unconsciously on the burnt floor. Pasteur!

He laid on the floor, unscathed yet knocked out by the explosion. At the sounds of the guns cocking, he slowly woke up. To his awakening, weapons and handcuffs were pointed at him.

An inspector from behind said, "Sean Pasteur! You are arrested for the act of property damage, robbery, and third-degree murder! This time, you went too far! What should you say for yourself?".
"... What?".
"YOU made an absolute catastrophe here! Stealing the equipment of off other people, destroying your entire lab with your unwitty ideas, and putting many lives at risk! Hell, you even killed some of them!".
"I... I... I didn't know."
"Well, now you know. Officers, arrest him!".
"Wait! I didn't mean to!", Pasteur shouted as he crawled back to a burnt wall.

Sweating out of terror, he put his hand out, trying to prevent the police from arresting him. An officer quickly handcuffed both of his hands. He then got him up.

"Actions like this have consequences! You should never be forgiven!", yelled the officer.
"But... I...".
"YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!".

With potential force, he slapped Pasteur in the face. Standing outside of their lab, the soldiers had their guns aimed at the professor, making sure that he doesn't fight back. Within a few minutes, Pasteur was taken and pushed into the back seats of a police car.

Two months after receiving his sentence of three years of imprisonment, he sat alone in his room, wearing his prison uniform, depressed. He stared into space, thinking about the things he had done.

"All I wanted to do is just make people appreciate me...", he thought, "For my ideas. For my plans. For myself. For who I am. I just wanted to be a good man...".

He looked down, covering the back of his head with his hands.

"I should've worked on cures for cancer...", he depressingly said, regretting the things he has done.
"This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I wa-".
"SHUT UP! YA GOOF!", a voice screamed from next door.

Scared by the voice, he rapidly went to bed, and slept tightly.

A day later, it was morning. The sun rose and shone through the barred window and lasered the prisoner's face. Closing his eyes, he stretched his arms and torso. He turned to his side and put his feet on the floor. He scratched the inside of his ear before scratching his eyelids. By the time he stood up, he was prepared for today's hell in prison. But before he could take a step, he realised that something was wrong...

Smoke was marching on the floor. Some of them even passed through the door, which was somehow unlocked. Slowly, he crept to the door and opened it. Nobody was outside. Only smoke, that slithered on the floor, remained. Pasteur didn't dare to shout out, as he feared that he would get caught. He went out and took a stroll. He walked down the stairs. There was still smoke.

"What's with all the smoke laying here?", he whispered, "This isn't normal. The properties are highly different than the original."

"This smoke is yours!", said a voice above.

Pasteur observed the source of the voice. It turned out to be an alien with a mask that has been decorated with shapes. His body was fully white, and he was hooded in a pitch black jacket. He stood in the air with his arms crossed.

"Who are you, and how are you doing that?", Pasteur asked.
"My real name is not important, but people call me "The Masked Silhouette". You wouldn't really understand how.", he answered.
"What's with that outfit?".
"What's with yours?".
"... Fair enough. Are you an alien by any cha-"
"YES! I'm an alien! Just get on with asking the important questions!".
"O-okay... What do you mean the smoke is mine?".
"Let's just say that you have the powers of... gases."
"What are you talking about?".
"What do you mean what am I talking abo-".

The silhouette sighed. He then landed on the ground and marched towards Pasteur.

"I'd rather explain the whole story afterwards. What's your name?", said Pasteur.
"S-Sean. Sean Pasteur.", he stuttered.
"Nice to meet to Pasteur. Follow me."

The silhouette then led the prisoner out of prison through the reception.

"Impossible! This place is heavily guarded! Or should I say... was? I mean, what happened to everyone back there?", asked Pasteur.
"Man, you are full of questions! Haha! I don't think you want to know.", he said.

The silhouette burped loudly.

"Pardon me!", he spoke.

Soon, Pasteur was then led to the back of a spaceship. By the time the silhouette stopped, he turned around to face Pasteur.

"I've heard that you're a wanted criminal, Pasteur.", the silhouette said.
"That's... that's true.", he admitted.
"It's quite surprising and fascinating really... You killed people thanks to your "happy mistake"".
"No. Please. Don't mention that."
"But what you did was great? Am I right?".
"What are you on about?".

The silhouette put his hands on Pasteurs shoulders and said, "You were a prisoner, Pasteur. Now, you're a wanted criminal. The military will chase and put you down. You have nowhere to go to. Nowhere to run or hide. This is your future now. A member and a soldier of my Hunter or Killer Agency or Empire."

Pasteur rapidly pushed silhouette's hands off, and pulled of an angry face of his.

"Now, listen here, Mr "Silhouette". I don't know who the hell you actually are. But there is no way, that I will join you!", he yelled.

Pasteur then madly stomped away from Silhouette. He didn't want to become a criminal. All he wanted to do was to be loved by people. To be praised. To impress people with his knowledge. Surely, he knows better.

"I believe that you are going the wrong way, Pasteur.", warned the silhouette, "Mentally, politically, and physically."
"What the hell do you mean by that, you creep?", he angrily asked, while stomping away.
"We both know that you don't deserve to be a criminal, but what I said before is true. The military will shoot you down for escaping prison. Therefore, in this case, there are two choices for you. You either die as a villain, or you live long enough to see yourself staying alive. Join my empire or get killed. Do or die. It's pretty simple."

Pasteur stopped and thought for a moment. He didn't want to believe, but he did anyways. He killed a few people, and was already considered a criminal. During his trial, people, whose loved ones died in the fire, never forgave him for his actions. People booed him as he was taken to jail. He didn't want to be seen as a villain, but given that the army will kill him. He wanted to stay alive. He had no other alternative.

So...

He turned around, and stared at the mask of the silhouette.

"So, what is your choice?", questioned the silhouette.
"I... I... I choose to join your group. I don't know why you're helping me. I don't know how you found me. But, I just want to live now. I don't want to die just yet. No."
"Good pick. Follow me into the spaceship."
"Where are we going?".
"To our headquarters in space."
"Are you going to-".
"Still explain how the smoke came from you? Yes."
"Okay. Good. Thanks."

And so, the two went into the ship and drove off into space, escaping from the forces that may put an end to Pasteur's life.

Years later, Pasteur would train himself to become a general in the empire, alongside The Pixelator and Corbin. Nowadays, he would wear a gas mask to emphasise his powers of gases.

THE END

Professor Pasteur's powers are only simple and complex gases that have existed through time. He uses sweet-smelling gases to lure his victims into traps, toxic gases to just instantly kill anyone, sleeping gases to put people to sleep, laughing gases to toy with his prey, and hallucination gases to scare them away. He doesn't really talk much anymore, but he surely is cold-hearted.

The Pixelator started out as a normal girl in a lively area in London. Probably in her mid-20s, she was a computer engineer working as a member of a computer company. During her lifetime, she thought that she lived a life where she could live forever. She had a home, a job, money for her to survive off the bills and food, and most importantly, herself. The Pixelator had everything she ever wanted as a child. That was until then... she died by electrocuted herself while fixing a computer. Somehow, her soul was transported into that computer. And that was the time when her life changed completely.

She was then brought into a world that was rather more dystopian, cybernetic and futuristic than hers. And for no reason at all, as well as much to her surprise, she was kidnapped by a few strangers, who wanted to "improve and upgrade" her. By replacing her eyes with an X-ray eye shades thingimajicks (or whatever they call those accessories) and plugging USBs into her head, she became a different person. She began to think beyond the expected, and started to know the unexpected. She saw every existing equation, including the ones that weren't even invented yet. She observed new awes and new wonders. All of this was simply hard to believe, but was yet seen.

After escaping her kidnappers, the pixelator decided to live on the dark, gloomy streets. Sitting down on the damp floor, she felt as if she lost everything. Her home, her job, her money, herself. She lost all signs of hope, until a dark-suited man came across. At the moment they set their eyes on each other, they felt a rush in their hearts. Was it love at first sight? It could be. I don't know: I'm not answering that.

Once the Pixelator stood up, the dark-suited man kept looking at her eyes, and said, "Excuse me. Are you lost?".
"Hey! That's what I was about to ask you!", she talked back.
"I'm not. Why are you even looking at me?!", he loudly shouted.
"I dunno! Why are YOU looking at ME?!".
"Because you looked at me first!".

Nothing else was said. The man's face turned slightly red out of love and annoyance. He turned away and kept on walking in the street. The jobless pixelator followed on.

"Why the hell are you following me?", he asked angrily, while looking back.
"Because you look like a guy I could trust.", she answered.
"Ever heard of not talking to strangers and not following them?", he further asked.
"Yeah, I did, but I don't care."

They continued to walk. The man didn't look back again, but looked straight ahead. He tried to not notice her, although she was still following him. He tried to look elsewhere, but he couldn't get her off of his mind. Finally, with hesitation, he turned around and looked back, only to find that she wasn't there. Sighing in relief, he quietly laughed that he was eventually left alone. Suddenly, as he turned back round, upon his view were two large, green-glowing eyes. Shocked and terrified, he screeched as he jumped back and fell down. Looking up, he found out that it was the Pixelator.

"WHAT THE F**K?!", he screamed, "Don't f**king scare me like that!".
"OKAY, GEEZ! Sorry!", she yelled.
"How the hell did you just spring out like that?".
"I just walked closer to you. Did you not hear my footsteps?".
"NO! I was err... umm... thinking about something else.".

The Pixelator shook her head, gave him a stubborn look, and muttered, "Right...".

She held out her hand, offering the man help to get back up. Looking away and blushing, took her hand and got up.

"You... don't look like you're from here.", he told.
"Wha- Yeah! That's 'cause I'm not!", she replied.
"How d'ya get here then?".
"Well, uhh... it's a long, long story."

"OI! THERE SHE IS!", called out a voice from a certain distance.
"Awwww shit!", she voiced scaredly.
"Who are they?", the man asked.
"They're the people, who kidnapped me and made me like this. T-they said they were gonna turn me into a weapon of mass destruction."
"They said WHAT?!".
"GET HER!", shouted the kidnappers.

The Pixelator panicked as she hid behind the dark-suited man. She wondered what to do to get herself out of a mess that wasn't completely hers.

The man looked straight at her and said, "Okay! Hold my hand and follow me!".
"O-oh! Uhh... S-sure", she replied while blushing.

And so, the two ran from the kidnappers. When the man looked ahead, the Pixelator stared at his black hair. From time to time, she kept staring at it. Even while jumping over and sliding under obstacles, she kept staring at it. Even when going through people, she kept staring at i-

Okay. I'll stop.

In the end, the Pixelator and the man not only outran and lost their chasers, but they also tired themselves out. Under so much pressure from the chase, she sat down on a bench, not giving a single care about it being so damp and wet. Sweating tiresomely, her heart beat multiple times as she breathed a lot. Her eyes were widened from all the sprinting. She was about to cry. She stopped herself and looked at the man.

"How long were we running?", she asked.
"Around uhh... 30 minutes.", he said.
"Wow! That's how long we ran?".
"Yes! A bit ridiculous and surprising at the same time, don't 'cha think?".
"Heh... I mean. You're right."

"So... about that long story... I wanna hear it.", he spoke.
"Okay... It started like a few hours ago... I think...", she explained.

The story was then explained further, until one and a half minute later...

"So, you woke up?".
"Yeah."
"Here?".
"Yes."
"Lying on the floor?".
"Uh huh."
"After you accidentally electrocuted yourself while fixing a computer?".
"Exactly!".

He sighed in disappointment and had a look of frustration.

"And how the hell did that happen, huh?".
"Well... I... uhh... touched the wrong components."

The man then facepalmed himself.

"I can't believe you've done this."
"Shut up! It's not entirely my fault.", she said looking down in embarassment.

When she looked back up, she looked into the man's brown eyes. The two were once again flustered, as they turned away from each other.

"I-I haven't gotten your name. Who are you?", the Pixelator asked.
"I'm Corbin. Corbeau Corbin. What's yours?", he answered.
"The name's [REDACTED]. Also, you don't look like a Corbin. Corbin's a white name. You're Asian.".
"OKAY! ONE: That's racist! Two: You're right. That's actually my nickname. My real name is Aaron Gurung, but people just call me Corbin."
"Even your family?".
"... Yes."
"I'm... sorry."
"It's fine. I love it. It's got good alliteration anyways."
"Why are you here?".
"To hire newbies for the Hunter or Killer Agency."
"Hunter or Killer Agency? What's that?".
"An Agency where people are assigned to kill a specific person or group of people. Other than that, we sometimes focus on world domination as an empire."
"As an empire?".
"Yup. That's true."
"Huh. You mind if I join."
"If you want to do that, then you're gonna have to train yourself to fight."
"Corbin. I have lost everything. My house. My job. My own body. I've got nothing else to lose. Where can I begin?".
"Hmm... well..."

The Pixelator then went on to train herself to become a soldier, and then a higher-up of the agency/ empire. A few years later, she started dating Corbin. I don't know how, but she just did. A lot more years later, they eventually broke up on horrible terms. I don't know how they did that either.

Overall, the Pixelator is a force that you should be more worried about than Corbin.

THE END

Her powers are mainly based on computer problems, such as malwares and viruses. She usually wields a "phishing" rod that also applies the toughness of a sword. She can enter and exit digital screens and old motion pictures. She can summon entities that are composed out of simple pixels.

She seems to be an arrogant, bitchy chump, but sometimes she has a heart of gold.