Sandra
From the World Tree's highest branches, a deep red fruit clung to a thin branch barely able to hold onto it. The drupe was of medium size, larger than some and smaller than others. As the fruit grew and ripened, the darker it became. The crimson color spread across the scraggly branch that held in as if it were an infection.

The gentle breeze was enough to break the branch, as it already had enough pressure from holding up the hefty fruit. The branch fell, taking the vermillion fruit with it. It was a long fall, bumping into other produce and legumes of varying sizes and textures. Surprisingly, the bloodied fruit was sturdy enough to not break once it collided to the ground.

Nestled in lush grass, the fruit expands further, the color dripping off with each inch in diameter. Slowly but surely, the fruit went from the size of a ball of yarn, to a cocoon fit for a short adult. The fruit's color melted off like acid, disintegrating the makeshift shell that shielded the newborn God from the world. Curled in the fetal position, using their wings as a blanket, the God of Blood stirred awake. 

"Tch..."

Paeon stretched out their limbs, taking their time to rouse and sit up. The wings moved aside and tucked behind Paeon's back, revealing their petite form. Paeon frowned curtly, squinting their eyes as they adjusted to the light. They wore a fine, twill fabric shirt with sleeves nearly twice as long as their arms. Simple black bands held the sleeves secure at Paeon's wrist. The hem of the shirt was neatly tucked into their high-waisted, charcoal black pants.

The God stood, groaning as they stretched. Finally, Paeon was awake.
Gordon
A small delicate fruit, sparkling with its freshness, began to blossom from the highest of the branches in the world tree. Its dazzling beauty soon began to shift into cooler tones, blues and purples, until it suddenly fell lower on the tree and reattached itself on a new branch. The fruit had become larger, the size of a pear at least, and it was a most radiant shade of royal blue. The fruit stayed this way for a moment or two before changing again with another impressive burst of color, becoming warmer, redder, orange-er, it beamed with ripeness, a fruit so impossibly ready for anything. This form lasted the longest, taking a minute to lose its hold and drop. On this new branch the fruit seemed to have dulled, less vibrant, grayer. The fruit was imperceptibly sadder, it seemed, and less full of life than it used to be. It nearly matched the previous fruit with its stay on the brand but again it dropped lower. By now, the fruit was graying, shriveling, hurting. The fruit had only so much more left to give, its last colors receding slowly back towards Yggdrasil. This time when the fruit fell, it fell only a single branch down in the form of a seedling, unplanted, unknown, unborn. The seed hit the branch with a light *Tick* Before it shook, developing a seam along the equator, and it opened up. From this long-lived seed came a hooded figure with skeleton's hands and a skeleton's face, fresh in this world but far more dutiful than one could imagine.
Examining his newly formed features, Haventar inhaled a deep breath, his empty chest cavity broadening widely. Haventar stretched out his arms and experienced the warmth of life in its entirety, standing like a plant in the sun and enjoying his gift.
Sean
"Oh... A hug. I like hugs..."
*The catgirl says with her usual tired, yet happy expression. She puts both her hands on the table stands up while arching and stretching her back in the process. Her movements would remind one of the likes of a house cat getting up from their sleeping spot (Even though they technically don't exist yet). She slowly walked over towards the Moth deity with her reality-breaking wings and gently slung both her arms around her shoulders. Just above the wings. She clings loosely to her, not pressing too tight, allowing Vivi to feel how incredibly soft and... Comfortable, for the lack of a better term. The fur on her cheek has just such a fuzzy feeling that it's almost tempting to just stay in this dream forever like this. That's the power of the Goddess of Comfort.*
Gabriela
Among the many fruits of the worldtree sat one, black and warped, like rotten. As the fruit fell, it struggled to keep its shape, and the black mass crashed into the branches below, warping around the many twisting sticks. The fruit then began to seep a black fluid out, which began to form a small puddle below.

The puddle sat for a while, unmoving, before the liquid began formed a small pillar. The pillar continued to grow, becoming sharp on the end, with the surface growing needles, like hair, along the outside. It soon grew to reveal its connection to a large thorax, also formed from the black liquid. The rest of the puddle was drawn into the shape of the massive arachnid, as it let out a grateful click at its newly minted life.
Samantha
Silly's eyes darted back and forth at Paranoia's display, hear head turning with her vision. As she shook, her hat built up momentum, spinning around and around atop her head, bells jingling. And when it all became too much, for the briefest of moments her jester cap fluttered up higher, and another Silly popped out, and then another, both of them looking at a Paranoia each. The prime Silly meanwhile steadied, giggling as she reached up to steady her hat as her two doubles half-popped out from under it.

"Oooohh- you *Are* Just so-so-so *ME*!" Each Silly giggled, just out of sync enough for the laughter to clash against itself. 

"So *US*," A second Silly corrected.

"So whacky and funny and *Silly* - which is me!" Spoke the third, and which point the primary Silly clapped her hands atop her head, pushing her doubles back under her cap. It jingled, almost in protest, but the noises settled down.

At this point, the little blackness that was Silly's fake para-nose had started to droop, almost dripping, perpetually rippling like a melting scoop of vantablack ice cream just about to trickle off its cone. And then she sneezed, and with an explosion of void-confetti, it was gone. She liked her colours, and black just didn't cut it.

"Oh? Someone like youuu?! You're my friend. And if they're like you, then that means more friends for me!" Stretching, Silly arched her back so far that her hands landed on the ground behind her, and the moment they did, she flipped back up into the air before landing on her feet once again. "Ooooohhhhh- I'm an older sisterrrrr- so many new little gods. But don't worry, Updog will help us out!"
Mark
It felt like they were stuck at that moment for ages, but that just couldn't be because that's not how time worked. Wait, who was Paranoia to decide how time worked? Meh, who cares! Para would then slowly chant as Silly went to do her funny business. 

"Silly Sillies, Goofy Sillies, Funny Sillies, Silly Sillies, Goofy Sillies, Funny Sillies~" The chant would come to its organic end when all the excess Sillies were contained. 

As the black confetti rained around them, they slowly gravitated back to Paranoia. With a little effort from the Jokerized Paranoia, the remaining confetti would alternate from black to white as it fell and spun through the air. Just to add some pizazz!

Paranoia would turn their attention back to Silly as they said they were, "An older sister?" Though the concept of family was something Para could comprehend, this whole existence was still new to them. 

"That's amazing!" Paranoia would love to be family with all their friends! "When am I gonna meet Updog!? Were they born before me? Are they my big brother!" The possibilities are endless and unfathomable. Paranoia could barely contain itself. In fact, they could feel the seams of their form on the verge of giving out.

Paranoia was slowly swelling with excitement as they spoke, doubling in size when they asked the question.

"Who is Updog?"

*There is a very faint scratching of nails and quiet grunting before a variant of Nineveh pokes his head up over the edge of the tree and looks around, ears lifting up over his head as he listens into the conversation. He casually hefts himself over the side and sneakily scales a branch, trotting along its length till he's right above the other two gods. He wraps his legs around the branch and allows the top of his body to roll down till he is right between them, his face lights up in a grin as they finish talking*

"Not much dawg, whats up with you guys?"
Samantha
"He is! He's up dog!" Silly chortled, almost choking on her own laughter as she bounced up and down. "We found Updog, our younger brother!" Still laughing, she held a hand to her abdomen and hunched over, before falling back and kicking her legs in the air as if riding an imaginary bicycle. 

"Ehehe- Updog. Hahahaha- ahahahaha!" Her giggles continued, showing no sign of stopping even as Nines continued to hang there. Just as they showed the slightest sign of slowing, she made brief eye-contact with Paranoia, then with the wolf god, snickered, then flung her head back to laugh again.

"N- not much wh-what about youu- ahahahhhaaahhhh hehehehehe- aahhhhahahah- hah- snrrrrrkkk-" She bit her lip, desperately stopping the flood of guffawing by holding her breath. Little bits of noise slipped through her lips, making a long squeaking noise, like a leaking balloon. Her face turned red, and her head expanded and grew.

If the laughter wasn't going out... Then it had to go somewhere... Just as she reached that critical point-

"Hah- **POP!**"

-the smallest titter snuck out, and she popped, leaving nil but shreds of confetti and torn pieces of a jester hat behind. That, and the smouldering wisps of smoke that was once Silly. If one listened closely, they could still hear her laughter. The chuckles. It was almost as if she was still with them, even now. Yet, elsewhere still, Silly was going about very important godly business in the south. Oh, she would make something beautiful there, indeed.
Mark
It's funny. Paranoia felt "The funny," Eating them from within, weakening the boundaries of their form. Paranoia wouldn't last long in this state. As the walls of their structure strained, pockets of condensed "Excitement" Would swell and bubble out from Paranoia like tumorous growths. As the realization set in. The masterwork joke unfolded once more in Para's mind. Finally, the punchline showed up in the form of Nine. Paranoia could no longer control their condition as they grew unnaturally, exponentially, now fueled by "The funny."

The monstrous form of Paranoia loomed over Nine. The sight alone would be unnerving to even the bravest of beings. The form would swell irregularly and act almost like it was contained under a layer of black fibrous muscle. From within, a seizure-inducing yellow, blue, and red strobe alternated wildly. A thunderous tearing noise could be heard as Paranoia finally opened its mouth. *HheEheAHAHAH!* **"YOU'Re uPDoG!!!!"** Their voice distorted loudly, a cacophonous imitation of their past self. The rumbling grows louder as Para finally erupts with the laughter of realization. *AHohOoohAhEA****HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!***

Even the branches of Yggdrasil above seem to sake with the maddening laughter coming from Paranoia's grotesque swelling form. If Nine was superstitious, they would worry that if this entity once known as Paranoia were to blow with all its force, even Yggdrasil could be scarred permanently. The horrifying potential that Nine unknowingly unleashed they were the trigger to this terrible event, and there was nothing they could-

Before the thought would finish, the form swelled once more, and the haunting laughter reached its climax, **HAHAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!**

As if the nightmarish form of Paranoia was frozen at the moment, beams of unfathomable energy frozen mid-release from every possible crack a crevice. There would be a pause before the inevitable unleash, or at least Nine would witness what looked like time stopping. But time was still moving? The apparent tell would be the harmonious atmosphere and the leaves and grass flowing with it. As if on cue, the form would shatter, leaving Paranoia in their base shape unchanged. 

"What do you think? I was gonna blow up in laughter?" Para questioned smugly. 

"No way, Updog, my new found friend, I-"

*Mid-sentence Paranoia was gone. The echoes of what transpired before Nine without a single flake of evidence. Whatever Nine took away from that moment, they can still feel Paranoia with them. Somewhere.*