A/N: Mars Argo x Poppy. Escalates quickly. AU. The end is the disturbing part. TW: Necrophilia at the end.

Mars breathed in loudly. She breathed in air. The air had a fragrance, but she couldn't decipher what it smelled like.

What was it?

Poppy walked in, her arms crossed, smirking at Mars in the bed.

Mars suddenly jumped and hid herself under the covers, trying to hide from Poppy.

Poppy smirked more and jumped onto the bed.

"Wha-" Mars yelped but Poppy had her.

"Oh, my sweet, I'll make you happy~" Poppy said.

Mars screamed as Poppy ripped the covers off, revealing Mars' terrified face.

Poppy thought Mars' terrified face was adorable.

"Oh...Mars..." Poppy moaned and threw herself onto the blushing girl.

"Poppy!" Mars screamed and tried to flip away but quickly, smooth and quickly, Poppy grabbed her back.

"You think you can get away from me?" Poppy asked, smirking widely at the girl. "Oh, Mars, you're wrong in so many ways."

"I'm not wrong when it comes to anything.." Mars grumbled.

"I get you're right at most things...but you're wrong when it comes to this. You can't escape me, Mars, struggle all you want."

"You don't have power over me." Mars was smiling as she said it, to piss Poppy off even more.

"I have all power over you."

Poppy said, sliding both hands down Mars' sides, watching her blush, and stay in place, as she felt absolutely powerless against Poppy.

Mars moaned as Poppy tickled her all over.

"See?" Poppy said. "All power."

"This doesn't mean a thing, my friend. You're so fucking stupid sometimes I swear." Mars said.

"Me? Stupid? I know all the things you like..." Poppy said, tickling Mars in a questionable place.

"And all the things you dislike." Poppy said, throwing herself against Mars and moving up and down.

Mars cried out in pain as Poppy went as hard as she could.

"Stop!" Mars cried.

"Not until I want to, my love."

Mars woke up and walked into the kitchen to see Mother working on breakfast.

"Hi Mom." Mars said, sitting down on the couch.

"Hi sweetheart, what went on last night?"

"Oh, nothing. I fell off my bed a couple times, that's it." Mars was so believable when she lied.

"Fine, but it sounded...weird in there. I don't have a word for it."

Mars met Poppy in a secure place...their playhouse. It was like a real house, but smaller. And no, not as small as one of those tiny houses, bigger, but still small.

Do you get it?

Anyway, Poppy was frowning when Mars arrived. It didn't look like she was upset with Mars at all. No, no. She was upset with herself over the way she acted in that bed last night.

"I am so sorry," Poppy said, "it wasn't meant to end up like that."

"Like what?" Mars asked.

"Like...a jumble of things. Emotional and physical pain went on. I'm sorry...I truly am."

"Nah, it's alright, Poppy," Mars said, "but it wasn't a good feeling."

"What did it feel like?"

"Like a mixture of...uh...joyfulness and sadness, it was kind of a joy, but kind of a...hm...pain? I don't know what word to describe it. It's like opening up a big present on Christmas day, but then realising it's just clothes, or something like that."

"So...a feeling of joy and then betrayal? Why betrayal?"

"I dunno, it's a weird feeling."

"A weird fucking feeling, that I've felt many times with you, my dear."

"Okay, stop saying I'm 'your' dear. I'm not anyones, and I'm not a dear."

"You're very dear to me, Mars."

Mars sat back in her chair and stared at Poppy, sitting back in her chair.

It had been an hour of just this, thinking. Thinking.

"Y'know, you should really head back," Poppy said reluctantly, "even though I wouldn't like you to."

"Nah." Mars said.

"Really? Look, your mother will be upset, please? I'll give you a treat at around 8 PM if you talk to her."

It was 7 PM, so really, just an hour. A boring hour.

"I care about you, Mars. But go." Poppy said.

Really...this was the first time Poppy said she cared about someone.

"Fine...I'll go. But I really don't want to leave," Mars mumbled the next word, "you."

Poppy grinned and walked over to Mars.

Mars sat against the wall and played on a 3DS. This wasn't the night she was expecting, but it was better than what Poppy might've had planned.

And boy, had Poppy had something planned.

"Mars," Poppy croaked, poking her head in from the door, "what is it? What's wrong?"

"Poppy...I can't do this. Please let me go." Mars said.

"I simply cannot. Your voice is unique, and soft. It sounds like the smell of roses. And you look, beautiful. Like a pansy and a gerbera daisy."

That was when I realised she had pulled me into the bed and was right up against me.

"H-harder..." I said when I realised what she was doing.

"What's your name, girl?" Poppy moaned.

"Mars!" Mars moaned and pushed back against the bed. "My name is Mars, Poppy, Mars!"

"Delete your Facebook, runaway." Poppy smiled, and felt something. Her heart stopped. She was dying. "E-Everyrhing is going to be A-Okay." She died against Mars.

Mars cried but decided to finish herself off with Poppy's dead body. She pushed against Poppy's face until she came and choked herself on her own cum.