PLL: the new Dollhouse

1: Aria's arrival

It had been six months since Hanna had disappeared. They'd all thought it was over, the struggles and problems that they had had when the A figure had watched their every move. The police, with their grim expressions and sad looks, had claimed that finding Hanna was a priority, especially due to her "state."

Yet it had been six months that very day. And the police had not found a single clue to the whereabouts of Mary and Alex Drake, who they declared the responsible suspects of Addison and Hanna's kidnapping.

Aria and the girls were beginning to lose hope. Hanna would now be 7 and a half months pregnant, which would slow down her chances of escaping, if she was still alive.

Caleb was living alone in a small Rosewood apartment, he had left New York to live close to the place were Hanna had been kidnapped, in case he got any good news. The girls would occasionally visit him, yet those dinners would be awkward and silent, as the five would try to make conversation whilst Caleb would sit in his lonely and depressed state, glaring at his visitors, as if he wished that they had been taken, instead of his pregnant wife.

When Aria woke up that morning, she had a dull feeling on the back of her head, and a brain empty of memories from the previous day. She was lying in a pale blue double bed, in the middle of a brightly painted room, that was about the same size and format of an average room. The walls were suffocating in decorations, and objects littered the space. The wall behind her contained a mirror, and several painted clouds, the wall in front of her held small, square photos, and the adjacent walls were decorated with random posters and furniture, such as a chest of draws, a desk and chair, and a large cupboard.
Aria slowly climbed out her bed, wondering what she was doing here, and how the clothes she was wearing she had never seen, yet seemed to have mysteriously made their way on her body in the last day.

She reached for her phone in her pocket, in search of geographical information, yet found nothing, except a phone sized blue object, that had no buttons on the side, and seemed to be surprisingly useless.

It was only when she saw the close up of the small photos on her wall when she got really scared. Each one showed a personal event, photos of her and Ezra, of her and her friends and family, that had all been taken in the last 8 months. The one that broke her heart was the photo of her and her husband hugging in front of a grey building in a street, looking happy. Aria knew that it had been then when the couple had found out that after all their hard work and interviews, they could finally adopt a small boy they had meet several times. And apparently the room decorator had known too, as underneath the photo was a picture of a balloon, and a "congratulations, it's a boy!" on it.

It was then that Aria noticed a brown camera in the corner of her "room", and freaked out by the sense of déjà vu, and began to yell at it.

She then felt a vibration in her pocket, and took out the blue "phone." On it was a flashing message that read "leave your room", and then a picture of an arrow pointing down a long corridor which was covered in blacked out doors. Not sure what to do, Aria heard a click of a lock, and her door swung open. The message flashed in her hand again, but she ignored it, deciding not to risk anything by leaving the room.

The phone began to unbearably heat up in her hand. She then tried to drop it, before seeing that it was connected to a metal string that was connected to her pocket.
She tried to swing the dangling phone away from her, but it was impossible, the metal meant it barely moved, and stayed stubbornly dangling on her thigh.

She screamed out in pain as the message angrily flashed again and again, making colours dance in front of her eyes, whilst the phone continued to burn her leg. Aria yelled, shrieked, whilst the camera pointed
at her, as if the situation was amusing.

Petrified by the camera's close watch and by the continuous pain on her body, she ran out of the room, feeling dizzy and out if breath. As she reached the corridor, the burning suddenly stopped and Aria sighed in relief, whilst the door behind her closed sharply, revealing an "Aria's room" sign. There were many other doors in the corridor, all of them locked as she tried to open them, whilst catching her breath and lifting her strange skirt and showing an angry red mark that sat on her thigh.

The phone vibrated again, and Aria took it in her hand, following the arrow on it that pointed her down the corridor. As she did so, she inspected it, searching for a way to turn it off, but with no avail. There were no buttons, no way to get off the virtual moving image of the corridor.

Finally it pointed her to a door, and she opened it and walked into a medium sized room, as the phone flashed a "welcome to the game room", before turning off. The room was dark, an odd sort of spotlight lit up an old dollhouse that sat on a table in the corner of the room. Most of the rooms were blacked out, but she could see a miniature version of her blue room, with a miniature Aria doll in it.
She stepped forwards to see more of the strange dollhouse, when she noticed a figure sitting in front of it. The lights suddenly blinked on, and Aria had to squint, as her eyes slowly got used to the sudden absence of darkness.
By this time, the figure had slowly stood up, and turned around to stare at Aria. And despite her hair that missed its volume, and her face that missed its usual brightness and happiness, Aria could tell straight away who it was.

"Hanna!" She yelled running towards her very pregnant friend. She embraced her, tears streaming down her face, as she had believed her to be dead. And as she let go of Hanna, she noticed that her eyes stared into Aria's without a single glimpse of joy or sanity. And it was then, with a tear falling down her dirty, pale face that Hanna finally spoke words that made shivers creep down Aria's spine:

"Welcome to the Dollhouse."