>>97874497D: uhhhh... it’s offerin me a pen.
Dr: don’t worry, you’re allowed to sign.
D: alrighty then.
D accepts the old style pen from the glove, and signs his name. As he does this, the glove seems to perform a victorious fist pump.
D: Okay, I signed it.
The glove floats down from where it’s hovering and rests itself on D’s head. It begins to palm his scalp.
D: what’s it doing?
Dr: I have no idea.
D: I don’t... feel too good.
D clutches his stomach and leans forward, before vomiting a large puddle of black ink.
D: oh god, it’s all over me! Blech!”
The hand is still in place.
D vomits again, this time reaching all the way to the wall. The ink has splattered onto the observation window.
D: oooh... golly gosh.
Dr: d? Are you alright? We’re having trouble seeing you.
D: gee willikers, this stuff is everywhere...
The observation window is covered in another wave of ink. The inside of the room is now completely obfuscated.
D:ooooooh... heehee!
Dr: d? Security, pull him out of there!
The recording ends there, but the following containment breach was summarized in an interview with a surviving security officer by the name of [REDACTED]
“We opened up the door, and she just came flying out at us! There was ink everywhere...
She had like, a hammer? I think it was a hammer. I don’t know where she got it but it was like big wooden mallet. She hit Steve with it and his head just collapsed. Like a cake.
She looked damn weird. Like, two dimensional but not. It was like a nightmare where I was being attacked by one of those old black and white cartoons my grandpa used to watch.
When she ran off down the hall, al took off after her, but the hall was actually just a picture of the hall painted there and he ran into it and exploded.
Just Al, everywhere.
I turned a corner and she appeared and handed me a bomb with a lit fuse.
It said merry xmas on the side.
That’s why I haven’t got legs right now, by the way.
