Musculus
Musculus was probably misgendered by Vulgaris in the psych ward room. The reality although was that he really could care less. Stupid fucking breasts. If he could afford top surgery it'd probably make his life a whole lot easier. He also needed a haircut but he couldn't decide if he wanted to go completely bald or wear it short. So while he awaited his decision he just wore it long. Honestly the worst part of being misgendered was all of the straight men who would make an attempt to hit on him. Fuck, what losers. He was more into women. Femme women. Seeing that Glaber bitch dressed in nothing but a underboob crop top and a thong got him all in a tizzy. If he looked more like a dude she probably would've at least shot her shot at him. She looked pretty slutty. The mix of horny and frustrated wrapped around in Musculus' mind. All of this inner turmoil considered and on top of that he was a psychiatrist, with the job of diagnosing actual crazies who wanted nothing better to do than just jump off a roof and end it all.
Diagnosis. Bipolar disorder. Diagnosis. Borderline Personality disorder.
Fuck that. These lunatics were getting on hislast nerve. What was the point of all of that schooling when at the end of it all he was just going to have to deal with a bunch of suicidal maniacs.
Honestly Musculus was clinically insane. But he was going to tell any of his patients that. It'd been years since he'd brushed that whole part of his life under the rug. It started when he'd gotten into the psychology program. It was seemingly a respectable profession. But from what appeared normal on the outside his colleagues were far from. One of his colleagues would leave from class to her dorm and just stare out the window for hours not saying a word. Musculus had taken advantage of her. But even after he'd gotten his rocks off to the poor girl she just stared at the ceiling afterward and just uttered the phrase, "Pretty"
It wasn't Musculus himself. It was the entire department that had a lack of sanity. The top student in class himself would just let anybody argue with him over facts that were obviously wrong. That he knew were wrong. But one day when he thought nobody else was watching in the courtyard Musculus saw him and he just whistled this haunting tune. A death provoking tune smiling non-chalantly. And when he looked back at Musculus he didn't stop. Eventually later that semester Musculus would copy all of his work, which he allowed her to, all the while being argued with by the entire class who knew nothing.
Taking advantage of others in this way had warped Musculus' brain. When he would run out of options there was no one close to turn to, because he'd all but spent all of their mental sanity. How would he diagnose his family? Huh, he'd never thought about it. He'd been on his own so long he'd all but forgotten about them. Maybe...maybe they cared.