The Dollshouse

The Bedrooms Were Made For Them (Literally)

Spencer POV
I woke up and everything came fleeting back to me. The van, A, getting arrested. But if all of that was true then why was I in my bedroom?
I look under the covers and see that I'm still in the prison jumpsuit. I read online that you can't make sudden movements in dreams so I leapt out of my bed and it did actually work. Well what did I expect?
But why was I back home? I thought that I was on my way the jail.
I walked around the room. It smelt different to how I remembered it and everything was slightly less cluttered than it normally was. I sat on the chair that Toby made me and it gave a creak. That's odd, Toby said he put a special varnish on it that assured it wouldn't creak. Highly suspicious now I turn the chair upside down and look along the bottom.
It was around a month after he gave it too me that I noticed but he engraved a T+S on it. I scanned along the bottom and instead of the engraving I found a barcode. Where was I?
"What the hell." I mutter
I picked up the chair and hurled it out my window so I could climb out or just worst case scenario use the glass to make a weapon. But only then I noticed that there was a mud wall behind my window and that we were underground.
I practically threw myself down on the ground as I tried to process everything and come up with an escape plan.

Hanna POV
I woke up. I was at home, it was too good to be true and all I wanted to do was give my mum a big hug. When I got out of the bed I noticed that I was still in my prison jumpsuit. I guess the sentence must have been overturned not that long ago for me to be home before I even got back to the prison.
When I rattle the door I find it locked.
"Mum?" I ask getting kind of claustrophobic. How I hate "A".
"Mum!" I yell again louder and more desperate than ever.
I decide that something must be wrong and scan my room. I look at the Home Sweet Home on the whiteboard and the bed and the picture frames. Then I see it, my pink rotary phone, I can just call my mum so she can explain why I'm locked in my room.
As soon as I picked it up I realised something was wrong. There wasn't the usual dull buzz I could normally hear when I use that phone. The batteries hadn't run out had they? It was just my luck if they had. I picked up the phone but soon realised there wasn't even a wire to plug in. What the hell?
I discard the phone tossing it on the bed and go back to the door.
"Hello?" I ask desperately. "Can anybody hear me?" I continue to rattle on the door hoping someone would answer.

Emily POV
I quickly notice that I'm in my prison jumpsuit still. The memories from the van of A putting something on the ground that produced white smoke to knock us out. I knew almost immediately that there was something wrong. At home my mother, who has OCD, sprays everything including the air vents with Febrez. The air was absent of Febrez and thus I knew this couldn't be my real room. I made my way over to the window and looked of it. There was a strangely dark black setting. I normally have a street lamp right by my window.
Then I hear a faint buzz and whip around and see a camera in the corner of the room. I walk towards it staring in disbelief. Something was terribly wrong but first things first, where are the others?
"Aria?" I call "Hanna, Spencer!"
I turn around quickly trying not to panic.
"Is anyone here?"

Aria POV
I wake up and myself back in my bedroom. I remember a blurry encounter with "A" and I decide that it's probably best I stay on alert. I get out of bed and realise for the first time I'm still in a prison jumpsuit that the police put me in when I was going to be arrested.
Had the conviction overturned?
I walked over to my door but it was locked. What the hell? My door doesn't even have a lock to...well...you know...Lock!
I turn to the other side of my room, suspicious now, and my eye catches the picture frame on my dresser. Something was off about it.
I walk over and pick it up. Everything was exactly the same except that the fact that all the people who were in the photo were now dummies.
"What the?"
I turned around to the other side of the room yet again to where my books are and made to pick one up. But they were cardboard boxes with the print of the books on. I tip them all off of my windowsill and start to hyperventilate again. I felt a panic attack coming on. What was going on?
I turned back around to where my closet was so fast it would have given me whiplash at any other time. But Aria in distress is a different person to Aria. I made my way to my closet knowing I had a crowbar stored in there and wondering if "A"'was stupid enough to include it in his replica. I'm amusing myself of course though he probably put in a foam one. But when I open the door there's just a stone wall. I start to hyperventilate even faster and fall onto the floor struggling to stay conscious...
Just please bear with me I promise it'll get interesting very soon because I don't really like the whole prom story line and I'll change quite a lot of it.