A/N: Sorry this is so short again, guys! :'C It's basically about what Sebastian is doing during what was happening in the last chapter. Hehe! Enjoy :3

Holding back tears, Sebastian walked down the barren isles of the grocery store, cart in tow, but with nothing in it. He was only here for one thing: maple syrup. Bottom lip trembling, he approached the rows and rows of syrup, eyeing all the different brands. Golden Griddle, Log Cabin, Mrs. Butterworth's, Eggo… There were so many options. Approaching a plethora of Aunt Jemima maple syrups, he tentatively picked one up, hissing immediately as he felt the cool plastic on his hand. "No!" he screeched, throwing the bottle across the room. "Damn you! Damn you all to hell!"

He took some deep breaths, calming himself down. His heart was beating so fast, he could practically feel the blood rushing through his veins. Hands shaking, he picked another one up, and unscrewed the yellow cap. He brought the bottle up to his nose and sniffed, before retching in disgust. It wasn't the same! One after one, he smelled all the bottles, but none of them were the same as his. Soon, the floor of the grocery store was littered with 8 bottles of syrup. There would have been more, but Sebastian couldn't take it anymore.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" he said, voice panicky. Feeling unadulterated rage boil inside him, he began to knock all of the syrup off of the shelves. "IT'S NOT RIGHT!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. "NONE OF IT! NONE OF IT IS RIGHT! IT'S… IT'S ALL WRONG!"

Soon enough, madness began to take over. No longer was Sebastian the strong-willed, beautiful demon he was before… Falling to his knees, he began to vomit pepto-bismal, as that was what his stomach acid was made out of. "I—I NEED MY MAYME!" he cried out, voice hoarse and dry. With those final words, he collapsed into the puddle of syrup, knocked out cold.

It wasn't until 1 day later that he woke up.

What will happen next?! :D