Roxas was sad. It was Valentine's Day, but he couldn't have the one thing he wanted. There was a hole in his heart, and nothing could fill it. A trip to Hayner's Wal-Mart didn't help any, and Axel's practical jokes were only making things worse. Everything seemed grim and bleak for poor Roxas...
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, a dark portal opened and an amnesiac evil twin poured out from the soap opera set on the other side. It was Xion, disguised as Sora. S/he stumbled around, groaning and moaning as s/he collected her/his bearings.
"Where am I?" s/he wondered. It didn't take long for her/him to gain a sense of familiarity. S/he knew where s/he was: Twilight Town, the home of her/his love. "I'm coming home."
Xion disguised as Sora wandered the streets in search of the object of her/his affections. It didn't take too long for her/him to find him/her. Rounding the corner, s/he spotted Quina, but he/she was hanging out with—what—Vivi? S/he was so mad when s/he saw them holding hands! And when the publicly kissed, Xion disguised as Sora blew a gasket. S/he figured s/he could salvage the situation by sweeping Quina off his/her feet. But when s/he saw the wedding rings, it was over. It was all over.
Letting her/his evil twin side show, s/he whipped out a knife and went in for the kill. But girls disguised as men should really ditch the high heels. Men just don't jive that way. Not used to the weird balance, Xion disguised as Sora tripped on a small pebble and fell on her/his own knife, killing her/him instantly. Roo then hopped up tp her/his decaying corpse and pick-pocketed a Pooh stick from her/his pocket and then left for the Fellowship of the Pooh.
Back on the other side of town, Roxas sighed into his palms. Valentine's Day was coming to an end, and he didn't know if his heart could believe anymore. He was just about to go home and sulk when he heard the magical jingle that made his heart soar. The ice cream truck came rolling down the street and it stopped right in front of Roxas.
"I told you I'd return some day," said the ice cream man. He was covered in bandages and was horribly scarred for life, and his truck had zillion dents in it from when it went careening off a cliff.
Roxas smiled and pulled out his wallet. Valentine's Day without ice cream is the pits.
The end.
