Characters: Bruschetta (my Trigun sona), mentions of other trisonas (Penance + Ghost, from the disc server im in!)
Summary: Bruschetta tags along on a mission and
Content warning: getting shot (hoplophobia?), blood
Word count: 483
There was a loud bang, followed by the retreating footsteps of the enemy yelling something. Bruschetta didn’t hear anything for a second, but they felt everything. As if to hide it, they slap a hand over it. Penance, Ghost, and two others check themselves. Even when it matters, they’re bad at remembering names. They’re clean.
“We’re good,” one of them calls, before turning around to Bruschetta, “and you?”
Bruschetta don’t meet their eyes, tears already welling in their eyes. And their face always gives away if they’re lying. Instead, they laugh. Over how stupid getting shot first is. How they were prepared for anything but a blow to the gut. Over their racing thoughts that land on one person who isn’t here.
Bruschetta slumps against a wall, trying so hard to hide it. Their laugh dies, and it feels like it’s bouncing off the walls and mocking them, but their sad smile stays. “Hah. . . Ah, ol’ Chetta’s gotta rest a bit. Y’all go on. I’ll be there in five.”
They fall to the floor faster than they meant to, and Ghost is at their side in an instant. As always, Bruschetta can’t see their eyes, but his gaze feels sharp. They try to fight against the other from removing their hand from their wound, but it’s to no avail. Ghost pries their hand from their wound, and just. . . stares. There’s one more weak attempt to tug away, but he keeps their hand where it is.
“Ghostie, let’s not overreact here. It just looks worse than it is,” Chetta lies with a big smile, “Go on now. Please.”
He shakes his head no. It forces them to laugh, which makes them cough. They can’t hide the blood anymore. Not to mention how they’ve been fighting against the room slowly spinning. A little bit due to blood loss, mostly because of the smell of their own blood—the admission of their own mortality.
“Heh. . . I guess you don’t know when to let go either, huh? Ah, dear Ghostie. . .” They finally turn their gaze and body towards Ghost. Bruschetta gives them their full attention, instead of watching the blood soak their shirt fabric. A beautiful purple soiled by a deep crimson. . . How stupid are they for wearing their favorite clothes on this mission. They weren’t even listening when it was briefly discussed what they were doing here. . . They just wanted to spend time with Ghost. Speaking of family. . .
Chetta pushes up their glasses to make full eye contact. Through the hair, they’re sure they’re looking at Ghost’s eyes. They don’t care if they’re looking back or not. It doesn’t matter. They’re here—and also blind, from what they remember. Tears stream down their face, smile as wide as ever.
Their voice wavers, thick with tears and blood and probably snot, but they press on. Not that it matters, they think bitterly, but regardless. . . “Please, don’t tell my sister.”
i know everyone who follows me is wondering "oh bruschetta shuts the restuaraunt down, what does the work-a-holic do then???" and i've heard you, and i'm hear to ease you because the answer is easy; they become a writer. they write a short memoir of viktor and jayce making the hexcore, and the the hexgates, and that's all they ever write about the boys of progress. their big hit is a coffee shop remimagining of their "love story" with viktor, with soem things left out. also a lot of their time is taken up with group therapy.
before i tell y'all about bruschetta, i want to lay down some rules. for example, do not dm me hate on any kind, whether it's about me, my sona, or about the yumeship spaces in general. i'm happy to play dolls, but i don't feel comfortable talking about the drama that circulates these spaces. also, if you're a non-sharing yume to any of my yumes, feel free to block! i thank you for your time!
now, onto the sona :D
BASIC:
name: bruschetta fishoeder
dob: nov. 14th
nickname(s): chetta
age: 22
species: human
identity: non-binary queer, they/them pronouns
personality: despite the RBF, chetta is a sweetheart and goes out of their way to give back to the community. they keep to themself, but have been called cold and blunt. in private, they are more affectionate and clingy. underneath the anger and anxiety, they’re ambitious and love the work they’re focused on.
APPEARANCE:
bruschetta fischoeder is a small (4’10) but wide person with poor eyesight. they have brown hair and brown eyes, which they wear circle-lense glasses on, with a small golden chain attached at the sides for aesthetics. they dress like a grandmother who fused with adam sandler; big, loose clothes, crocs, and floor-length cardigans. some clothes are made by chetta themself, and those have big stylized stitches.
ADVANCED:
occupation: bruschetta used to own a small bakery*, which once belonged to their parents. chetta has practically run the place since they were young, so it was only natural that they took over full ownership. they’re a headstrong work-a-holic who daydreams of running away from it all, despite not knowing what to do with themself if not work.
*in some universes the bakery is a restaurant, and sometimes it closes for personal reasons. in other universes, it never closes and gets renovated. both will be written about.
fears: thalassophobia, fear of the unknown
flaws: chetta tends to keep their feelings to themself, putting their wellbeing on hold in favor of others. this leads to bad communication and bottled up feelings.
likes: music, cooking, baking, read, the color purple
dislikes: cleaning, big messes,
RELATIONSHIPS:
FAMILY:
mother: julienne fishoeder is a kleptomaniac turned shop-a-holic who neglects her “wifely duties” to surround herself with material things. she simultaneously relies on chetta for money, and actively scrutinizes them for working so much. deep down, way deeper than chetta will ever see, there is a worry for her children, but she’ll never voice it.
father: flank fischoeder is a loud, angry old man. a life of “hard work” has made him bitter and lazy. he forced chetta into the family business, discouraging their interest in the arts. chetta speaks to their dad the least of everyone in their family.
sister: jerky “jay” fischoeder is chetta’s eldest sibling, and the one who is the most financially irresponsible. on accident. she lives in a big city, so rent is hard to afford, but she refuses to move. she’s tall, beautiful, and has a long, golden perm. her life is rich and successful, despite the two jobs she works.
brother: alfredo alphonse fischoeder was once a very hardworking man, but after getting laid off after over five years of forty hour work weeks for a lame reason, he began to jump from job to job, unable to hold it for more than a few months. his life is engaging and more free than chetta’s, which he doesn’t seem to understand. still, he is the easiest to talk to out of everyone, and one of the funniest people chetta has ever met.
YUMES:
viktor: romantically involved. they keep most displays of affection private, though they do spend their lunches with viktor when he’s available. most people would be put off by viktor’s stubbornness and in his goals and work on the hexcore, as long as chetta can sit near him and drink tea, they can manage. they appreciate the quiet together.
anya: ambiguous romantic involvement. they bond over the shared useless feeling they feel, though chetta’s feeling comes from being replaced by the captain of the ship and the hidden codes. chetta was also one of the few of the crew who didn’t indulge in drinking the mouthwash. spends a lot of their time scribbling in the bunks after the crash, writing in their notebook. together, they write bad poetry and sigh wistfully at the night screen.
senshi: mutual pining. met while running from some ghosts, causing both of them to fall into a dank raveen in the dungeon. they vow to help senshi get back to his team, very apologetic. it takes them three days to meet back up to his team, and several dubious meals eaten but ultimately cherished. but after, they ask to join because they keep getting lost and going deeper into the dungeon. now, they’re going deeper into the dungeon with purpose, and helping senshi with every meal.
