Ok this is my first time writing PLL fanfiction, so sorry if this is super OOC. I wanted to do a next gen fic and a dollhouse fic, so this is what I settled on. For those of you who follow me, I'm super sorry. I know I should have updated before now, but this idea kept bouncing round my head, and I knew I wouldn't be able to focus on APIX until I wrote this. Just to clear some things up: The liars WERE NOT raped. You'll understand why I feel the need to clarify this in a bit. Cece/Charles is A. The girls are actually tortured in this fic. I felt like the Dollhouse was an interesting idea, but they didn't really present it well or use it to it's full potential. I also feel like, after a few episodes or so, the fact that theses girls were held captive for a month was kind of brushed under the rug so to speak. So I really want to explore the hurt/comfort/healing aspect of that. Right then. Enough of my babbling. The first few chapters will be a bit boring, but there is some info you need. However, the Dollhouse experience in general won't be really in depth right away. After the first chapters, what happened in the Dollhouse will start to be explained via flashbacks and verbal explanations from characters. Enjoy!
"Go back to your rooms for a surprise." This was the third time the automated voice had instructed them to do this. Feeling as though they had no choice, the five girls slowly walked to their rooms. They never would have expected what was waiting for them.
Emily POV
I walked into 'my room' and let out a gasp of surprise. Lying on the bed was a blue dress, white heels, a gift bag, and a sash reading 'mom to be'. She rushed open the closet and ripped it open. Along with the four outfits usually in there, there were three maternity outfits; one for each trimester.
She took a deep breath. No. she couldn't be pregnant. No way. She went back over to the bed and noticed a little card reading 'Congrats on your bundle of joy' she opened it up.
"Pink or blue what will it be, I hope you like this gift from me-A"
"This isn't possible" I said aloud to myself. I hadn't had sex in a long time. And I would have know if A had…I couldn't bring myself to think about it. Looking closer at the gift I saw it had a tag reading 'To Spencer, From Emily' Not knowing what else to do I put on the clothes and grabbed the bag. I wonder if the other girls found the same things. After a few minutes the opened with a clunk.
"Please follow the lighted pathway to your baby shower." I slowly stepped into the hallway and saw that the other girls were in similar dresses.
"Guys do you think it's true? Are we all really…" Aria trailed off.
"Pregnant? You could be. A had you knocked out for hours." Mona said with a shrug.
"But what about you? You weren't unconscious in a morgue." Hanna argued.
"Yes but I was here longer than you four. A easily could've knocked me out in my sleep."
"Please follow the lighted pathway to your baby shower." The voice said once more.
"Guys I really think we should go. We'll figure this out later." They quickly followed the lighted pathway to Allison's living room. It was decorated with pink and blue balloons. We looked around, not quite sure what to do.
"Maybe we should exchange gifts?" I suggested quietly. The others nodded so we sat around the coffee table. I handed mine to Spencer, she handed hers to Hanna, Hanna handed hers to Aria, and Aria handed hers to me. Mona looked around in confusion.
"I don't have one." she said in surprise.
"Look under the piano." The automated voice rang over the speaker making me flinch. Mona slowly got up and walked over to the piano. I don't know how we missed it, because there was a big box decorated in gold paper. She brought it over to the table.
"To Ali-Congrats on your baby. You're my favorite. -A" She looked at us with an unreadable expression before opening. Inside were onesies in a variety of neutral colors, tons of diapers, bibs, baby bottles, and tons of other baby supplies. After a few seconds Aria opened her bag to reveal a small stuffed dog, a pack of diapers, a pack of wipes, two pacifiers, a bib, and two onesies. I opened mine to a similar thing, only my contained a stuffed dolphin. Spencer had an owl and Hanna had a pig.
"A pig. Really funny." She rolled her eyes. I sighed and put my hand on my stomach. Could I really be pregnant? A couldn't possible know yet but there was always the possibility. I wasn't ready to be a mom. And what kind of childhood would they have down here?
"Emmy you ok?" Mona asked. "You spaced on us."
"Yeah M-Ali I'm fine. I-"
"Please return to your rooms." My head shot up and I immediately grabbed Aria and Hanna who were sitting next to me.
"I don't want to be separated." Hanna whispered. I nodded.
"C'mon guys. I heard pregnant women need lots of rest." Mona said. She hauled Hanna up while Spencer did the same with Aria and me. We shuffled back to our rooms. I tried not to cry as the door slammed shut behind me.
Aria POV 2 months later-end of June 2018
I didn't know how long I'd been here. I figure it must be June or July by now. Maybe-maybe the end of May. It was hard to track time when there was no sun. I could tell the fact that I hadn't been outside was taking a toll on me. Looking in the small mirror I could see that I was more pale than usual. I think A is feeding me twice a day, but I can't be sure. I haven't been shocked or shocked anybody since the baby surprise, or limited anyone's food. Probably because A didn't want anything to happen to the babies. Shortly after the surprise, when the generator had turned off, Spencer had quickly explained her horrifying theory as to why A wanted them pregnant; he/she planned to keep the friends so long that they would grow up and their daughters would replace them. I didn't even want to imagine being here that long.
The food tray was pushed through the bottom of the door as usual. Today was water, a turkey sandwich, and a handful of grapes. The most unusual thing however was a pregnancy test. My heart stopped. The moment of truth. I just assumed that A somehow knew, but I guess not. Here goes nothing.
*10 minutes later*
I waited with baited breath for the result. I gasped. After months of anticipation, of fear and worry, here was the truth.
I wasn't pregnant.
Hanna POV-3 months later- End of September 2018
I sighed heavily as I stood up. Being pregnant was not fun. First was the horrible morning sickness, then the cravings, and now large stomach and constant need to pee. I smelled horrible, there were no showers, and my hair was a greasy mess. I hadn't seen the other girls in a long time and the silence was driving me up the wall. I had tried to count the days based off the meals but it never worked; there was nothing to write it down with and the number of meals varied from day to day. I think it might be near Halloween, but it could be the fourth of July for all I knew.
"Please follow the lighted pathway." The door flew open with a clunk. I raised an eyebrow. I had barely seen the girls in forever. The only person I've seen in months was Emily. She and I were the only one who left our rooms after a while. I was scared to find out why.
"Are you coming?" Spencer asked. She slowly emerged from her room. I gasped. Her stomach was huge! Way bigger than mine.
"Spencer!" I exclaimed. I rushed forward, as much as I could rush, and gave her a hug.
"It's so good to see you Hanna!" she exclaimed.
"Can you stop with the screaming? It's making my headache worse." A voice said from the left. I turned and gasped at what I saw.
Mona's long blonde hair was limp and greasy. Her skin was unnaturally pale and she had huge bags under her eyes. Her skinny jeans seemed to show off every bone in her legs. She swayed where she stood. When Mona crossed her arms over her practically non existent body I noticed both of her wrists were bloody.
"God Mo-Allison what happened?" I asked surging forward. She embraced me in a hug and leaned forward.
"I'm not pregnant. A isn't happy. They've barely fed me these past few months; usually they leave me hand cuffed in a corner and then leave food out of my reach to taunt me. Be careful Han. There's something you need to know. A-"
"Please follow the lighted pathway." The voice said. Mona leapt back and hurried down the hall. Spencer looked at me and shrugged before following.
"G-guys. Wait…" a weak voice said. I whirled around to see Aria. She looked much the same as Mona except she clearly hadn't been handcuffed.
Spencer POV
No sooner had we all entered the living room did chimes go off.
"Game time." Mona muttered. We all walked to the game room. Instead of a board game, there were five chairs. Each chair had one of their faces on it and a bag hanging above it. A spinner like from LIFE sat on the table. We all sat down and immediately our necks were pulled to the chairs.
"What the…" I trailed off. I moved my hands to the back of the chair. A little metal piece was attached.
"We're magnetic." Mona, no matter how bad a state she was in, seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"What?" Emily asked.
"B*tch chipped us!" I exclaimed. Aria and Emily gasped.
"But what does that mean?" Hanna asked. "Like I know what it means, but what can A do with this?"
"Who knows." Aria said hollowly. "Track us. Keep us in place. Shock us. Torture us. Heck, they could kill us with a strong enough magnet."
"Stop it Aria" Emily muttered. "You're scaring me." The chimes played over the speaker.
"Mail time." We all sighed in unison. I was the closest to the mailbox, so I stretched my arm and managed to open it.
"'To my favorite liars.'" I read. " 'Let's play lottery. Pick two numbers and spin until you all have your gender reveal surprises.'"
"But Aria and I aren't pregnant…what the hell are in our bags?" Mona asked apprehensively. I raised my eye to look at the bag above my head.
"I don't know." I said helplessly. Aria took a deep breath.
"Ok then. I pick 3 and 7."
"5 and 1." Emily said.
"I guess 10 and 9." Hanna whispered.
"2 and 4" Mona said, her voice wavering.
"I suppose that leaves me with 6 and 8. Who's gonna spin first?" Nobody moved. "Ok then. I guess I will." I reached forward and spun. It landed on two. The bag above Mona tipped down. Dark red liquid spilled out and completely drenched her. she screamed.
"Is this blood?" she started hyperventilating. Hanna, who was sitting next to Mona, reached over and tried to slap her. It didn't move her head much because of the chip, but it seemed to work.
"Snap out of it Allison." Mona took a steadying breath.
"Ok. Ok. Thanks, I needed that. I'll spin." I watched with bated breath as it spun and landed on
ten. Hanna's eyes got wide for a second before she shut them tight. The bag tipped over and a bunch
of… were those snails? A bunch of snails fell out.
"Ew ew ew! Get them off! Get them off!" Hanna exclaimed. Mona and Emily reached over to
pull the live snails off of Hanna. It took a while because Emily and Mona couldn't move very much and Hanna wasn't making it very easy. I glanced up at my bag. What was in store for me? Blood? Snails? Something even worse?
"Why would A put snails in a bag? I thought this was a gender reveal." Hanna complained. Mona rolled her eyes.
"Hon, isn't it obvious? Snips and snails and puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of. You're having a boy." I didn't know how to respond to that. Was congrats the right thing to say to someone who just found out the gender of the child they're having against their will while being held captive underground by a twisted psychopath? Apparently not because nobody else made a move to do so. Finally Emily spun. She spun a five.
"No, no, no." she said under her breath, her eyes squeezed tight. I waited for something horrible to fall. But when something did fall it was…
"Flour?" I asked in confusion.
"Sugar." Emily gasped out. "I'm having a girl."
"Sugar and spice and everything nice." Hanna said. "Congrats Em." Emily only managed a weak smile.
"I'll spin again." She said. She spun a 9 and Hanna moved to cover her head. However nothing fell.
"Huh. I guess I just rolled a nine and landed in free parking." She said in relief. We looked at her in confusion.
"Hanna what are you talking about?" Mona asked. Hanna rolled her eyes.
"In Monopoly. When you land on free parking it's a freebee and nothing happens. Not good not bad." She explained. I rolled my eyes.
"Aria do you want to spin?" Emily asked. I looked at the brunette sitting next to me. She had barely said anything since coming into the game room.
"N-no. I'm good." She whispered. I frowned. I thought I drew the short stick being pregnant, but what kind of torture had A subjected Aria and Mona to because they weren't pregnant?
"I'll spin." I spun a four. Just like with Hanna nothing happened. I reached forward and spun again. 1. I spun a third time. 10.
"This is getting ridiculous." Mona said. She reached forward to spin for herself and I felt dread when I saw she spun an 8. My turn. I covered my head and felt…both sugar and snails?
"What? Does A not know the gender?" I asked in confusion. It was Hanna who figured it out first.
"Sugar and snails. That's why your stomach is so big! Spencer you're gonna have twins; a boy and a girl!" I gasped. Twins. Me. A mother to two children. How could I possibly raise twins in this hellhole? I just sat in shock.
"I'll spin." Emily said after a bit. She spun a 5. Then a 3. Aria didn't even bother reacting to the hopefully fake blood that spilled down on her. the chimes rang again and I reached over to get the mail.
"Congrats my little dolls. Look under the table." I read aloud. Hanna attempted to lean forward but couldn't.
"How are we supposed to lean forward if-ow!" just then A turned off the magnet and Hanna went flying into the table. "B*tch." She grumbled. I slowly got up and looked under the table.
There were three boxes; one marked Spencer, one marked Emily, and one marked Hanna. We each grabbed our respective boxes and opened them. Mine held a grey diaper bag; it was separated into an pink and blue side and held some more onesies, bibs, two baby blankets, and a baby book. Hanna had a blue bag with fish; when she opened hers it was much then same only there was less stuff and everything was blue. Emily's was pink with lady bugs; like Hanna everything was much the same but in pink.
"Please follow the lighted pathway back to your rooms." Aria quickly hurried down the hall while the rest of us followed behind. Mona looked like she would rather eat the slugs than ever go back to her room but she didn't dare disobey. She gave us all hugs before going back into her room.
Ezra POV 3 months later (Christmas Eve) 5:28 pm 2018
I sat by myself in my apartment picking at a roast chicken. It has been eight months since the girls have disappeared. Eight months. The police hadn't closed the case but the common belief, especially after Allison had explained A, that the girls were dead. I sighed and threw the remains of my dinner in the trash. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I gasped. It showed a picture of Aria; the pink streaks were back in her hair and she was wearing a cheetah print top and black shorts. But the most noticeable thing was how skinny she was. It looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Maybe she hadn't. she was sitting in a corner, her knees pulled up to her chest. I read the text out loud.
"I bet Aria would've eaten those scraps. Merry Christmas Fiztgerald-A"
Caleb POV Christmas Eve 5:47 pm
I sat with Ashely in her small kitchen eating dinner. Hanna has been gone for eight months. It was so hard on me and I couldn't even imagine what Ashely must be going through. This entire thing…it was so messed up. Who was A? Why did they hate the girls so much? And the thing that was bothering me the most; the girls were already going away for life. What was A doing to them that was worse than that? Ted walked through the door holding two presents.
"There's my girl." He exclaimed, walking over and kissing Ashely on the cheek. "And Caleb! So glad you could make it to dinner. Sorry I'm late, the Christmas Eve service had some last minute preparations."
"Well I'm glad you could grab a bite before we left. Caleb honey, do you want to come to church with us?" I shook my head. I needed to get back to my apartment and continue working on finding the girls.
"C'mon Caleb it's Christmas." Ted tried. I still shook my head.
"How can I go to church when I should be working on helping Hanna and the others?" Ashely sighed.
"Caleb…"
"Well at least open the present I got you." Ted said. I smiled slightly and unwrapped it. As soon as I opened the box I dropped it. It was filled with shredded paper, snails, and what looked like dog tails on keychains.
"What the…" I muttered.
"That's not right. I got you a leather jacket!" my phone buzzed and I looked at it in dread. It showed Hanna with her hands handcuffed in front of her and her feet tied together. She looked awful, but the most noticeable things were her shirt reading 'Baby Boy Loading' and her very pregnant stomach. Her eyes were closed and I could see the tears running down her cheeks.
"Snips, and snails, and puppy dog tails, that's what little boys are made of. Hefty Hanna knows that best. Cheers-A" I read a sick feeling pooling in my gut.
"My god…" Ted muttered.
"You don't think A raped her…do you?" Ashely asked in horror. I glared at the photo on my phone before throwing it across the room. I bounced off the wall and on to the floor.
"There are only so many ways someone can get pregnant."
Tanner's POV Christmas eve 6:18 pm
I laughed together with the rest of the police force. We were sharing donuts, coffee, eggnog, and candy canes. There hadn't been any crime in Rosewood beyond a parking ticket since those horrid girls had run away. Dilaurentis still hadn't said where her little gang had run to but I knew we were getting close to cracking her. She seemed to break a little every time we asked, like they were some poor victims or something. I rolled my eyes. They must've run away. Nothing else made sense.
"Lieutenant Tanner there's new evidence-"
"Lieutenant we have proof-"
"Lieutenant Tanner if you just looked at the pictures-" I held up my hands to stop the sudden onslaught of people rushing into the police station. Ah. That Rivers boy, Officer Cavanaugh, and Fitz. I should've known.
"Gentlemen unless you have something real to show me…" Cavanaugh pushed forward.
"Lieutenant we have proof that the girls were kidnapped. The kidnapper, A, sent us these pictures to taunt us." I sighed.
"Very well. Let me see." I held my hand out and took his phone. On it was a picture I immediately recognized as Spencer Hastings. She was tied to a chair and glaring at the camera. Her eyes were bright red and bloodshot, there were heavy bags under them, her skin was unnaturally pale, and her stomach was very obviously pregnant. She was wearing a bright red shirt that had a 'thing 1' and 'thing2' on the stomach.
"Poor Toby missing Spencer on Christmas Eve. No friends or presents. Don't worry, I gave Spencer two Christmas presents she'll never forget. Happy Holidays-A" I read out loud in a whisper. "Good god…" I couldn't believe it. I truly thought that these girls had simply run away. Clearly not. I cleared my throat and composed myself.
"Did you all get texts like this?" the other to boys nodded and showed me the pictures. The Marin girl was pregnant as well, but Aria…I didn't know someone could be that skinny.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll be sure to alert the media so they can spread the news and get these recent pictures out. Now-" I was cut off by my phone buzzing. I picked it up and read the text.
"Good job Tanner, finally doing your job. Here's my Christmas gift for you. Feliz Navidad- A" I looked at the photo attached and nearly dropped my phone.
"What? What is it?" the Rivers boy demanded. I just shook my head. I couldn't stop staring at the picture in front of me. It showed an impossibly skinny girl. She was sitting in a chair in front of a vanity, but her feet were chained to the floor and her hands to the wall. She was wearing a yellow top and skinny jeans that appeared to be stained with blood. Her blond hair was greasy and matted. Only her head was facing the camera and there was a look of shock and horror on it.
"Goddammit woman! What did A send?" I didn't even move to stop Cavanaugh from grabbing my phone. I simply couldn't believe it. Mona Vanderwaal was alive.
Alison POV Christmas Eve, around 11 pm
I was awakened from my sleep by the guard opening my cell door. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm, yanking me from bed.
"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" I demanded. He said nothing until we got to the lobby of the prison. We got his keys out and, much to my surprise, unhooked all my chains. Then he shoved some clothes at me.
"Go change and return your jumpsuit to me. Then you're free to go." I dropped the clothes in surprise.
"Wh-what? You're kidding right?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He rolled his eyes.
"Look kid it's Christmas Eve, it's late, I want to get home. So go change. Now." I quickly hurried into the bathroom before he could change his mind. I didn't understand. Did they find some new evidence? Did they find Mona's real killer? Did they find the girls? Did they find A? I didn't dare get my hopes up. Like Spencer always says…I shook my head. Thinking about Spencer was painful. The clothes weren't much, just jeans and a plain tee shirt, but anything was better than the prison jumpsuit. I hurriedly changed and handed the guard my clothes. He didn't say anything before walking away.
"Merry Christmas Miss Dilaurentis." I whipped around to see the sham of a cop that arrested me and put my friends in jail.
"Tanner." I said coldly. "Why did you let me go. Murder charges aren't overturned easily." She looked uncomfortable for a few seconds. Good. She deserved to squirm after the hell she put me through.
"Murder charges are easy to overturn when the victim isn't dead." I did a double take.
"What? Mona's alive? But I thought the police said…"
"I know what we said."
"But there was too much blood…how can you be certain it's not a trick?" she sighed before extending her arm.
"Come with me Alison. I'll explain everything on the way." I walked out, completely ignoring the proffered hand. This disgrace of a cop had wronged me and my friends too many times. I sat next to her in the cop car and we sped away. I kept pestering her with questions but she didn't answer. Finally after twenty minutes I had had enough.
"That's it! If you don't pull over and tell me what is happening right now, I swear to God I'll jump out of this car! Don't think I won't." she hesitated for a few seconds before pulling over and getting out her phone.
"I got a text from this A person around six fifteen this evening. Mr. Fitz, Mr. Rivers, and Mr. Cavanaugh received similar texts about Miss. Montgomery, Miss. Marin, and Miss. Hastings." I quickly took the phone. I paled.
"That's…that's the shirt my mom buried me. The night I ran away. And…God that's my room!"
"Actually it's not. We called your father and obviously Mona is not being kept there. Further examination into the pictures showed that the other three girls are being held in what looks like their bedrooms." Something was wrong with that statement. Something…
"Wait, what about Emily? Did you hear about her?" Tanner's voice was almost gentle when she answered me.
"This A person hasn't sent anybody anything about Miss. Fields. Alison…Aria was in horrible condition and you saw Mona. It's very likely Emily isn't alive." No. No! She had to be alive. She had to be alright. She couldn't…she couldn't be dead. Suddenly Tanner's phone buzzed. I looked at it before she could stop me.
"While you've been twiddling your thumbs, Emily's kept busy. Merry Christmas B*tch-A" It showed a picture of a pregnant Emily in a red sweater, but I didn't register anything after that because all that mattered was Emily was alive.
Emily's POV December 27, 2018
I breathed heavily as I clutched my daughter. My daughter. Me, a mother to a beautiful girl. Three weeks early, but here, and seemingly healthy despite being born early. I held her close.
"Such beautiful brown eyes." Aria cooed. I looked up at the brunette and grinned. She had found out she was pregnant herself yesterday, and had been glowing since. I understood; being pregnant wasn't a matter of joy at being a mother, rather joy in knowing she would be taken care of. At least for nine months.
"What are you going to name her?" I thought about it for a few minutes. Immediately I wanted to name her after my mom. That had always been my plan for my first child. But something stopped me. It felt almost…wrong under present circumstances. I didn't know if I could bare to hear my mom's name every day.
"Marley. Marley Pam Fields." I decided. I would make her middle name my mom's and her first name my dad's mom's name. Aria smiled slightly at me and couldn't help but return it.
Spencer POV January 7, 2019
I examined the baby girl in my arms. Brown hair and brown eyes. My beautiful daughter. I glanced over at Emily. She was holding my son in her arms. Her own daughter, Marley, laid sleeping in one of the two cribs in my room.
"Trade me." I requested. Emily nodded and slowly stood up. It had been nearly two weeks since Marley had been born and Emily had already lost so much weight. I know that A had barely fed her and made her run on a treadmill for hours, shocking her whenever she slowed down. A only let her stop when she collapsed from exhaustion. I knew that such a fate awaited me soon; A didn't want their precious dolls out of shape. Emily took my daughter from me and I looked at my son. Nearly identical to his sister, only his eyes were blue. I frowned. Was this a clue to A's identity or merely a recessive gene we both had hidden?
"Have you thought about any names?" Emily asked. I nodded.
"Whenever we first had our baby showers, before we figured out the gender, I picked two names. I didn't think I would need both but…here we are. I decided on Kenzie Mellissa Hastings and Cooper Toby Hastings. I always like the name Kenzie and Mellissa was always a protective sister when push came to shove. Cooper was supposed to be my or Mellissa's name if we were boys; it's my great grand father's name. Toby is…wistful thinking I guess." Emily smiled sadly and I sent her a grateful look. She knew no words needed to be exchanged.
Hanna's POV January 10, 2019
I rocked my new baby boy in my arms. Cody River Marin. It seemed to fit him. As I examined my new son, I could help but wonder who his father was and who A was. Were they one in the same? Or were we just chasing feathers in the wind, matching up features with possible enemies. Cody had dark hair and cloudy eyes, a contrast to my features. I hugged him closer to me; nothing would take this child away from me.