Manipulative Awards

She shot so high she broke the fourth wall, and now she feels trapped. Trapped in a world filled with paper thing buildings and empty smiles. The same world that she used to call home is now a waking nightmare she has no way of escaping. Even those she called her friends feel nothing like they used to, only coming off as puppets made to perform for a faceless crowd.

Izzy has always wondered, since that faithful day, if her own outline has begun strangling her...

(Follow-up to Dreams Come True) (Cross posted on FF.Net and Ao3)