Unlike his human personality, Sammy has become fanatical and rather mentally unstable, as well as somewhat psychotic and unhinged, to the point of worshiping The Ink Demon as his "savior" and offering him sacrifices to appease him in a method similar to Satanic rituals. As a human, Sammy did not appear homicidal in his earlier recordings but appears to have become maddened by unnatural corruption prior to Henry returning to the workshop 30 years later.

Sammy seems to suffer from severe memory loss. He has been shown to suddenly forget what he was talking about mid-sentence and is so forgetful he can no longer remember his significant other or even the color of his hair. The only thing he can almost remember is Henry, as he felt Henry looked familiar to him when he saw his face, although this may be a result of them being in a cycle, but ends up disregarding it and instead continues calling him a "Sheep".

After being attacked by The Ink Demon, Sammy's calm nature completely disappeared and had regressed to an insane shadow of his personality. Thus, his voice disturbingly changed, from breathless and calm to full of anger in tone with the additional demonic effect. His insanity was so great that he even believed Henry to be his former "savior", who he was bent on killing. However, when his mask was knocked off of his face, Sammy was apparently terrified of Henry looking at his face, though this proved to be a facade that eventually lead to his own downfall.

Sammy's ink form appears as a pitch-black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy cutout as a mask with a hole punched into the mouth, presumably to help him speak without his voice being muffled. He has no visible hair, most likely due to the ink. Besides wearing no shirt, he also wears pants with suspenders that somewhat resemble the overalls Boris wears, with a patch sewn over the left knee. His shoes and lower parts of his pants are coated with ink. Under his mask, he is almost faceless. He lacks most facial features, including ears, leaving only his eye sockets and a nose. . . . You managed to get into Sammy Lawrence’s office, to pull the lever for the pump and drain the ink to the stairs. You left the office, walked down the hallway, then to- CLANG You hit the floor. Black starts to fill your vision, as you turn to meet your assailant. He’s holding a dustpan, he used it to hit you.

”Rest your head, it’s time for bed..”

that’s the last you heard before your vision blacks out, left on the floor in front of him.

You wake up in a new room, tied to a post, a symbol drawn in ink underneath you. The man who had knocked you out, the one you vaguely remembered stood in front of you, holding your axe. There is two speakers on the support beams in front of you, with candles and other large ink splotches on the ground. Other than that, the rest of the room is the average, everything the same like the rest of the studio..

“There we go now. Nice and tight. We wouldn't want our sheep roaming away now, would we?” “No, we wouldn't.”

He answered his own question.

“I must admit, I am honored you came all the way down here to visit me. It almost makes what l'm about to do seem cruel. But the believers must honor their savior. I must have him notice me…”

but then he looked at you closer, his body language showing confusion.

“Wait. You look familiar to me... that face…”

but then he shook his head, trying not to remember, and keep focus of his goal.

“Not now. For our lord is calling to us, my little sheep.”