Location: Cerium-04: Black Archive II, Wing B.
QUARANTINE PROTOCOLS
CRM-702 must be stored in an opaque, lead-lined cylinder. The object is never to be viewed directly by any personnel without Class-3+ polarized ZE goggles. No portable writing surfaces or materials (paper, wood) are permitted within the containment cell. All walls must be composed of smooth, non-porous Teflon.
Physical contact with CRM-702 requires double-layer hazmat gear. Under NO circumstances is any personnel permitted to 'uncap' the device or attempt to write with it. If any text appears on the walls of the containment cell, the room must be immediately incinerated to >3,000°C (5432°F).
DESCRIPTION
CRM-702 appears to be a vintage, luxury fountain pen, circa 1920, comprised of an unknown obsidian-like alloy. It is warm to the touch (37°C -> 98.6°F). The pen does not contain standard ink. It contains a black, viscous, non-Newtonian fluid variant (designated CRM-702-B). This fluid is biologically active and displays a form of intelligence.
When a human subject touches CRM-702, microscopic needles in the grip section of the pen extract 3-5mL of blood. The entity instantly transmutes this blood into CRM-702-B. The subject is seized by an uncontrollable urge to 'finish the story.' They will write frantically on any surface available.
The text written by CRM-702 is a visual bio-hazard:
Stage 1: Any human who reads the text written by the pen will immediately experience ocular hemorrhaging.
Stage 2: Any hemorrhaged blood in the reader's eyes transmutes into the CRM-702-B (black, viscous fluid).
Stage 3: The reader becomes a secondary carrier, crying black tears that are highly acidic and infectious. There is no cure at this stage, and the reader eventually perishes.
Recovery Log: 702-ΔRLE
CRM-702 was recovered from the private study of a renowned horror novelist, ██████████, following a missed deadline. Police initially treated the scene as a chemical spill.
[AUDIO TRANSCRIPT - OFFICER D. HALE]
Officer Hale: "Dispatch, entering the study now. The smell is... metallic. Like old copper pennies or something."
Dispatch: "Copy. Report status of the suspect."
Officer Hale: "Suspect is at the desk. He's...he's slumped over. Looks like he's been writing on the walls...and the floor too...what the hell? The ceiling is covered in this black script as well."
Dispatch: "Can you read what it says?"
Officer Hale: "Let me get closer...hang on...flashlight keeps cutting out...yeah it looks like it's tiny handwriting. It says...'The ink is hungry. The ink is hungry. The ink is--' ...Ow."
Dispatch: "Officer? Status?"
Officer Hale: "My eyes...they sting. It's...blurry. Wait, the writing on the wall...it's moving. It's moving! The letters are crawling off of the wall, Dispatch! Send reinforcements!
Dispatch: "Pull back immediately."
Officer Hale: [Screaming] "IT'S IN MY EYES! I CAN'T SEE! I NEED A PEN, GIVE ME A PEN, I NEED TO FINISH THE ..."
[END LOG]-