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Oh.

The sand was now at her ankles. She seemed to be sinking more slowly than Mara, who was strangely quiet. Wait, she was sleeping. Right.

Hm. There's got to be a flaw in the system. Like when the fear trap devours us. It's all about the end product. So maybe we have to be as far from their desired 'taste' as possible. Maybe get angry, or make the Fear Trap angry?
Ichika unfastened and started chucking random things from her backpack at the ceiling, where the voice boomed from. It was all ruined by the water anyways. She began to recall all the angry thoughts of the past. The time where the mean lady wouldn't let her friends see what was happening on the stage. When the PE teacher did not let her write her name on the board with all the others when her TEAM got the highest number of points.

"SHUT-"
A spare water bottle was lost. It hit something with a dull thud, and something that felt like a shudder echoed throughout the room. Perfect. This would definitely tick the Fear Trap off.

"THE-"
Socks. She doesn't remember putting those there.

"@$#%"
A bathroom pass from her previous school. Might as well put the stolen blank detention slip with it.

"UP!!"
A final fling of Altoids. She had made sure to snag some, the really spicy kind, and jam them into Mara's mouth. All hands on deck, at least the ones available, were needed.