A/N this is the final chapter. I'm done with this story. This is the end my friends. If you ask me to continue this story I say "Noooooo didn't you read the Author Note you swine!!!" woot

After Naota's hellish nightmare he lost his mind. No his mind was intact – compared to before the dream – it was his soul that he lost. The few things in life that he used to enjoy were meaningless to him now. He didn't crack a smile or laugh. Even the things that used to make him mad had no effect. He was a zombie. He was cold.

Johnny started to notice the difference in Naota. He realized that the man he once knew no longer existed. Naota was cold and it made Johnny jealous.

One night Johnny and Naota were just sitting around in Johnny's living room. Naota just sat their unmoving, unfeeling. Johnny glared at Naota. ' How dare he become cold!!! He did this just to make me realize how much I feel! I... want... to... be...COLD!!!'

Johnny stood up and headed for the door.

"Where ya' headed" He said this with such un-interest that it drove Johnny mad(er).

"I'm going to go fuck that alien bitch of yours right in the fucking ass!!!" Johnny yelled trying t get a rise out of Naota, but Naota just sat there unmoved.

"Be back soon, you don't want to miss the crazy monkey show." Such emptiness in his voice Johnny knew he was mocking him. Johnny pulled out his knife and stuck Naota to the couch with it.

"Why do you fucking taunt me. You have the one thing that I desire and you wave it in front of me like I'm a fucking starving dog with no bone! You know I think I'm just going to kill you now an-" He was cut short by Naota who responded in a smooth monotone voice despite being stuck to a couch with a knife. "Well duh. It's kind of obvious your going to kill me. No need to state the obvious. Just kill me and save your speech for Mr. Samsa."

Johnny went crazy. His left eye twitched. He took out his second knife and stabbed Naota in the stomach. Naota just sat their watching his own violent death as if it were an infomercial. Johnny spun the knife a full 360 degrees. he just wanted a rise out of Naota before he died. Something, anything.

"Does it hurt! Does it!"

"In the end what difference does it make?

Johnny went to the kitchen and grabbed a lemon. He thought it would be appropriate to give him a last meal. He shoved the lemon into Naota's open stomach Then he stabbed away at the acid fruit. Naota just sat there staring blankly. He died after five more minutes of torture, but Johnny kept hacking away. Trying to get a rise out of the man. Pain is proof that your not dead yet. It is your brain's form of persuasion to keep you from doing things harmful to your health. Naota was dead inside, he felt no pain.

A/N I fuckin' killed him. This is were my story ends. The last two chapters were sub par at best and this one isn't great. Any one who enjoyed my story thank you I'm glad you liked it but it's over now. I learned a lot from writing this story. I have so many little side plots to this story that I never got written down but Thats what one shots are for. I don't really like this ending. It feels to sudden and I know I just pissed off most if not all FLCL fans. Im really sorry about that. P.S my favorite quote from this story "His name was dennis, but every body called him steve, and nobody knew why." that makes me laugh every time. and I never laugh at my own jokes. Sorry again for killing like the entire cast of Fooly Cooly especially Naota. I didn't mean it don't hurt me.