Science. {Jason DiLaurentis}

Welcome to the Dollhouse

S5:E25

Fears exist because the anticipation of something horrible is far greater than the horrible circumstance simply existing. It's one thing to be scared that something exists, it's entirely another to be scared of it happening to you.

Sienna's greatest grief was knowing that no matter how hard she tried to protect her loved ones, it had all been for nothing.

The moment Sienna and Mona realized that A was bringing the liars to the dollhouse, their terror intensified. They'd played A's games. They stayed alive long enough to keep them safe and yet, it still wasn't enough.

Mona had already failed at saving Sienna and now she had to watch as A used the game she created in entirely new ways.

Sienna's months of determination to keep her friends safe had been for nothing. A was still brining them in.

The two girls had spent months in the dollhouse. They were guinea pigs to A's torture. Now, there was only absolute. The torture had been tried and true. The liars were doomed.

A had truly won and there would be no chance of escape. Not when everyone who could save them was locked away.

[~]

"Welcome. Willkommen. Bienvenidos."

When Sienna had first arrived, there were no chimes, no welcome notations, just the announcement to follow the pathway and the screaming of the alarm.

"Please exit your room and follow the lighted pathway."

"Please follow the lighted pathway."

"Please follow the lighted pathway."

The announcement signaled to Mona and Sienna to take their places. A had brought the liars to the dollhouse the previous night, waiting for the right moment to bring them all together again.

Sienna had yet to see them. After her reaction to the game, A had sent her to her room, blaring the siren until she couldn't tell if the screeching in her mind was real or imaginary. Even now, she could still hear remnants of the piercing blow.

It had been months since Sienna had seen the girls in New York. Months since she died saving them.

And now that she was reunited with them again, Sienna wasn't herself.

She wasn't the same girl she had been then. Both literally and metaphorically. Sienna knew in her bones that she would never be the girl she once was. Especially, after having to live as her sister.

The mask of April's face was more for theatrics. The two girls were identical, they had the same face aside from a small scar that marked Sienna's chin.

Sienna adorned the mask from her place on the floor. Like Mona, who played a score on the piano.

A's request included the DiLaurentis' living room. The place where so many memories existed was now becoming haunted by the lies of the present.

Sienna's hands placed object after object into the miniature dollhouse on the table. Once, A had introduced the dollhouse as a game for Sienna when Mona first appeared. Now, the dollhouse was decorated, each room identical to the one's of the girls inside it.