I think we've met. I'm the villain with no motivation. I appear in movies, books, plays, and operas. I do bad things to good people for no particular reason.
You probably don't like me. That's okay. I'm doing bad things to good people and enjoy it. I kick puppies when I don't have anything better to do -- and sometimes when I do have better things to do as well. And, quite frankly, I'm a little bit boring, because, you know, I don't really have a reason to do any of these things or any redeeming qualities to make what I'm doing worth watching.
You probably wish you knew what I was doing here, because it probably looks like I cropped up for no good reason to make people's lives harder for no good reason. You probably wish I had any motivation, because that might make me vaguely understandable or cause me to in some way resemble a human being. You probably wish I weren't here at all, that someone much more interesting and, who knows, maybe even devilishly handsome would appear and take my place so you'd have something better to look at.
But I'm not going to let any of those happen.
No reason. Because I'm the villain with no motivation. So I want to make your life harder.
(The Angel on Your Shoulder will now take this moment to ask what sort of villains you love, what sort you hate, what sort you write. Drop her a line. The Villain with No Motivation probably won't answer, because he doesn't care about what others think, but you should feel free to leave him a note too.)