queen-elizardbeth: and may I say, welcome, and THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Personally, I'm not one to be against Valentine's Day. But sometimes it can be a little bit of "in your face" kind've thing, you know?

Ah, yes, I was feeling a bit deprived myself of a certain ship and I just really wanted some more because i'm selfish like that so, please, do enjoy! ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls.

Soos popped one eye open, and then the other. There was no infuriated, high pitched voice that was screaming at him. And his computer was turned off, just as he put it last night. He waited a few moments, but it was apparent that Giffany would not be showing up. Perhaps, he did get rid of her!

Soos pressed the eject button on his computer and stuck the disk back into its case. Stuffing the case into his pocket, he intended to get some answers today. Unbeknownst to him, a spark flew out of the disk and back into the computer.

He strode to the academy, a slight skip in his step. This fine, sunny day was Valentine's Day! If he hadn't remembered on his own—although he definitely did because of a certain someone—then the excessive amount of red and pink in the town would have jogged his memory. And would you look at that, he had a valentine!

He plucked a few roses from a bush, on the sign beside it read 'Free for Today!' Inhaling the natural scent, he twirled and handed one to every person he passed by.

One to a woman, who shrieked, "I'm married!"

One to a baby, and the mother shouted angrily, "That rose has thorns on it!"

One to an adolescent, "I'M ALLERGIC TO ROSES!"

And one to a man, "Yes, yes I do accept!"

"Whoa, I was just being friendly!"

Soos quickly escaped the awkwardness of the now dejected man.

He burst through the doors, a grin still on his face. The sudden bang caused the students to jerk their heads to him, not that he cared. Nothing was in his way to his path towards happiness! He was like a soaring dove, rising for everyone to see!

Soos didn't even notice the cowering of the students as their headmistress marched her way to him.

"Ramirez!" She snapped, a chill was exerting from her being. All the warmth that Soos brought into the building seemed nonexistent now. One of the students sneezed while the others shivered. She commanded, "Go to the conference room."

Soos stopped in his tracks, perplexed, "Why—?"

Her icy glare and steely voice sent a shudder hammering throughout his entire being.

"Now."

Without another thought, he blabbered an apology and rushed to the room she directed him to.

Pacifica didn't need any obstacles or faults in her orders today. It was annoying enough that it was Valentine's Day today, but this had to happen, too? Her entire plan of sitting in her room in the dark watching cliche movies that people didn't need to know she watched and eating ice cream was now completely ruined! Thanks to whatever his house had possessed to release a dangerous amount of energy. Fantastic!

"M-Miss," A woman uttered from behind her. Pacifica whipped her head around, and the lady let out an unprofessional squeak, "The search t-team is back."

"Good," The blonde replied briskly. She waved her hand to shoo her away, and the woman gladly did so.

With a quick sharp glare to another sneeze in the huddled up crowd, she left to obtain the new update on the phenomenon.

Soos entered the conference room silently, but his mentor immediately recognized him. He gestured him to take a seat, and the younger man did so with haste. The rest of the room was empty, and the beeping of the large screen faintly echoed.

"I forgot the headmistress hates Valentine's Day," Soos held his head worriedly, "I thought she was about to bite my head off!"

"It's a mystery why she does, but that isn't the issue here," McGucket rubbed his temples, "I'll get straight to the point."

Soos fìdgeted in his chair as his mentor inquired, "Why was there a sudden burst of energy at your house?"

"I…" Soos squinted, "have no idea. And there was?"

"Yes, the proof is on the radar." McGucket pointed to the large screen that was behind him. Soos looked over to check it out. Huh, he was right.

"Well, sorry, I don't know have a clue as to how that happened."

"None, whatsoever?" McGucket pried, but Soos only shrugged. The older man brushed his beard, "Well, are you aware of any dark entity that may be or had been residing in your house?"

"Nope, not at all," Soos answered. McGucket sat down beside his apprentice and tried to think of a logical reason to this. Soos claimed to not see or feel any evil that his house may have contained. So without any evidence, what was there to stop?

Soos reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic case, "But I do want to ask about this."

His mentor glanced up, before letting out a shocked expression. McGucket snatched the case out of his hand, "Where did you get this?!"

"From the box of junk you threw out!" Soos held his hands up innocently. Fiddleford twisted and turned the item, before opening it. The disk was inside, and he inquired, "Did you play it?"

Soos lightly patted his thigh for a moment, then stopped, "...Yes?"

McGucket slapped a hand to his forehead, "Oh, Soos—"

"What? How was I supposed to know that the game contained some nutty, bipolar girl?"

"You didn't know," Fiddleford shook his head, "But I really wish you hadn't played it."

"It's okay, right? I took out the game!"

"No, it's not, unfortunately," McGucket glowered, "From the moment that you inserted her into your computer, she had the ability to move wherever she wanted, as long as it was electronic."

"Why is she like that, anyways?"

McGucket didn't answer. Instead, he took the disk out, and dropped it to the floor. His shoe slammed down onto the disk, breaking it into fragments. Soos furrowed his eyebrows, "Why did you do that?"

"Just watch." McGucket ordered as he stepped away from the remains.

They both observed as it unexpectedly began to glow a dark haze. The pieces vibrated and shone, before connecting to each other. Altogether, it formed its original shape; a perfectly rounded disk with no scratch marks or lack of luster.

Soos stuttered in disbelief, "W-What?"

"Dark soul energy." Fiddleford explained, "A long time ago, there were these developers that attempted to make the best dating software they could, using real, emotional feeling."

"How did they get that?"

"With the best source they could obtain," Fiddleford stared him down, "A human girl."

Soos bit back a gasp as his mentor continued to tell him the story.

"But it went wrong, and the game basically became a ghost story."

"I see," Soos nodded in understanding, but questioned, "So, why did you have it…?"

"It was assigned to me in secret to be destroyed, yet I could never find a way to destroy it," Fiddleford sighed, "I was young and foolish. I didn't want to have people know of my failure. So I hid it away, and eventually forgot about it."

He voiced out his critical thinking, "All these years, she was locked away in solitude while accumulating dark energy. She'll be extremely unstable as well as highly dangerous."

"You're saying she can come out and hurt us?"

"Well, how do you think she escaped from her creators?"

"Ooh," Soos realized, "right."

"And now, you opened it up and played it," McGucket's voice was steadily showing his aggravation, "So she is desperately clinging to you to satiate her deprived contact with another person."

A moment of silence passed. Fiddleford tapped on the table irritably, "Does that mean that the girlfriend you told me about is a psychotic, controlling computer glitch?"

"At first I was," Soos confessed, "because I didn't think I would find an actual girl. I was willing to give myself to Giffany."

Fiddleford was surprised at the younger man's words, "But I did find a girl, and her name is Melody. I really, really like her, and I'm taking her out again tonight at the fair."

"You finally found a girl, huh?"

"Yeah," Soos smiled sheepishly, "and I feel like she may be… what they call, 'the one'?"

McGucket's irked expression softened, as a sense of pride and satisfaction swelled in his chest.

Suddenly, the doors slammed open. Pacifica stormed over and crossed her arms, "They didn't find anything except an old woman. Did he say what happened?"

"He didn't know," Fiddleford stood up, "But I do."

"Wait, did you raid my house?"

Ignoring Soos, Pacifica asked, "So what's going on?"

"An evil program named Giffany is now on the loose," Fiddleford informed her, and she arched an eyebrow, "What can she do?"

He grimaced, "She can manifest herself into electronics and has the ability to physically harm people. It's best to make sure she doesn't escape Gravity Falls."

"And how do we stop her?"

"Frankly, I do not exactly know, and I'll make sure to research that with some help." McGucket admitted, and she sighed.

"I'll go tell the mayor to shut down any connections leading outside the town, then," Pacifica turned on her heel and left. Soos also got up, "So, what should I do?"

"Nothing, just take over my work," Fiddleford reached the door, "We'll handle it, Soos. Just go enjoy your date tonight."

"But, sir—"

"You deserve to relax, I know how hard you've been trying to find someone to love," He responded. Soos only shook his head, "This is my fault, I want to help at least a little bit! Especially when you're also risking yourself to stop her."

"Soos, this isn't your fault," Before he left, he divulged solemnly, "It's mine."

Stan clapped his grandnephew's back, "So, after all those hours of waiting, did you figure out what we're doing today?"

"Uh, no," Dipper replied, "And where has Grunkle Ford been?"

"At the academy, apparently helping out with something of the sort, who knows?" Stan shrugged, before dragging him outside, "But besides that, today contains a special lesson! And it's free, which makes it even more special!"

As Dipper arched an eyebrow, Stan showcased a bush with his hands, "But before we begin, I'd like to introduce our special guest star that will be helping me on this."

A figure hopped out of the bushes, and Stan exclaimed, "Mabel Pines!"

"Thank you, thank you!" She blew air kisses and waved her hand to an imaginary crowd of cheering fans. Dipper curiously pointed, "How long have you been in that bush?"

"That doesn't matter, Dippingsauce," She dismissed, "What matters is that I'm here now."

"Okay," Dipper furrowed his eyebrows, "what's this all about?"

"Well, my dear bro bro," She grinned and held him by the shoulders, "We're getting you a date with Wendy!"

"W-What?!" He tried to back away, but couldn't break out of his sister's grip, "No! No no no!"

"It's extremely appropriate since it's Valentine's Day!"

"You know I don't like Valentine's Day! Now let me go!"

"No way!"

"Oh, come on kid," Stan checked his wristwatch, "It's about time for school to end, we better go now!"

"Yes, you may not have another shot!"

Abruptly, Mabel clutched his vest collar and began to drag him away towards the academy, their grunkle following suit. They raced to the building, making it even more uncomfortable for the younger male. Dipper struggled, but to no avail. He pleaded, "Guys, I'm not ready for this! I'll just make a fool out of myself!"

"You're already a fool, where's the loss?" Stan remarked, and Dipper frowned. The older man rolled his eyes, "It's not gonna be as bad as you think. I mean, who can resist a snotty-nosed, sarcastic, know-it-all brat?"

"I am not snotty-nosed," Dipper sniffed.

"Yeah, and I'm not a conman," Stan quipped, but it did no good to Dipper's current frown.

"Look," Stan tried his best to give him a serious talk, even though it was hilarious how he was being dragged across the ground, "we got you covered, kid. If she says no, that's her own fault, but at least you tried."

"Yeah, and what's worse than no?" Mabel joined in.

Dipper was quiet for a moment, but he smiled a bit, "Thanks."

"We're here!" She told them, and stopped where she was, "The kids are already leaving, try to find a redhead!"

Dipper stood up and all three of them scanned the area. They surveyed the scattered kids, trying to find their target. One awaiting parent hurriedly grabbed her child, afraid of what they may do.

"Is that her?" Stan questioned, and the twins looked to where he was pointing. Sure enough, Wendy was with her friends, chatting and smiling.

"Yep, that's her alright!" Mabel pushed Dipper outwards. He stumbled on his feet, and turned back, "What am I supposed to do?!"

"Talk to her, ask her if she's going to the fair!"

Right, that seemed reasonable enough.

Dipper walked towards the group of teens, shuffling and excusing himself between other students. As he was, anxious thoughts banged around in his mind. What was there to be afraid of? Weren't they close enough to be friends? But what if he said the wrong thing, or looked too weird? He didn't even get to check if his bangs were brushed the right way!

I mean, his family was right. The worst she could say was no. But then his mind also decided to add more for him. She could also call him a loser, and that he was too young for her. Then everyone could watch as she and her friends laugh at how pathetic he was!

"Uh, Dipper?"

Said boy let out a girlish yelp as he realized he was standing right in front of them. A few snickers arose from her friends, mostly from the one with the black hair and hoodie. Dipper could practically see the heat waves coming off of his face in embarrassment. He hadn't even said anything and he was already making the wrong moves!

Wendy saw his face, causing her to feel sympathetic. She shot her emo friend a threatening look, and he coughed into his fist. Turning back to the younger boy, she asked, "What're you doing here?"

"Oh, ha ha, I didn't see you guys there," Dipper stuffed his hands in his vest pockets, "But, if you really wanna know, then I guess I could tell you."

Wendy smirked playfully, "I'm dying to find out."

"We all are!" The dark haired boy shouted from behind her, causing Wendy to shoot him another disapproving glance. She scoffed, "Ugh, let's go somewhere else so you can tell me, okay?"

"Yeah, sure!" Dipper let her lead him farther away from the group. Before he followed after her, he stuck his tongue out at the teenager who mocked him, who only growled in response.

Stan and Mabel watched as the two walked behind the school, out of their sights. They high fived each other at their success. Choosing to leave Dipper to his advances, they went to go back to the shack.

"So, what's up?" She leaned against the wall, and Dipper struggled to not do the same. He looked away, "Oh, nothing much. The sky, the sun, the clouds."

"And what's up with you?" She teasingly flicked his hat, misplacing it's position. He fixed it hastily, "I just had a question."

"Is it a serious question?" She stood up straighter with a pseudo stern face. He did the same, "Very."

They stared at each other, before bursting out into chuckles. He felt himself relax, and became courageous, "Wendy, are you going to the fair tonight?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can I…" He gulped, "go with you?"

Wendy only smiled, not feeling any of the stress he was feeling, "Well, yeah dude, of course!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'm going with my friends, you can totally tag along! I'm sure they won't mind."

"That sounds great!" Dipper answered obliviously. She checked her wristwatch, "Oh, shoot. I gotta go, see you tonight!"

"Yeah, see you tonight…" Dipper waved at her retreating figure that left him alone to his glee. He smiled boyishly, and raised his fist in success. She actually agreed to go with him to the Valentine's Day fair! A fair that was sure to feature a lot of lovey dovey based rides and such. A small part of him shrunk in disgust at the theme, but he was mostly exhilarated that she said yes! Or well, he agreed to go with her… and her friends.

Dipper blinked owlishly.

Her friends were also coming along, or was it that he was also coming along with her friends? It wasn't just going to be him and her, alone, under the stars of Valentine's Day. But they would be with other sweaty, hormonal teenagers with rebellious ideas and selfish needs. He groaned and facepalmed himself at the displeasing realization.

"What the heck are you doing here?"

Dipper turned to Pacifica, who was narrowing her bitter eyes at him. He gave her a deadpan stare, "I was just leaving."

"That still doesn't answer my question," She said crossly.

"That still doesn't answer my question," He mocked in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. She tensed up, before asserting coldly, "Do not mock me! Just answer the question!"

Pacifica inwardly wished that he would just be scared off by her fierceness already. However, he wasn't the least bit affected by her stony attitude, "Why do you want to know so badly?"

"Because this is my academy, and you are on my grounds," She hissed, slowly losing her uncaring composure, "I could turn you in for trespassing."

Cracking her knuckles, she drawled, "Or I'll just deliver punishment myself."

"Geez, no need for that much hostility." Dipper curtly waved his hand in defense, and she only placed her hands on her hips.

He avowed arrogantly, "I just happened to score a little bit of a date with a girl."

"With a girl who's older than you?" Pacifica stepped closer to him and derided, "I would barely call it a date, either, if more people are coming along."

As she crossed her arms haughtily, Dipper accused, "You were spying?"

Pacifica slightly recoiled her head, taken aback. She countered confidently, "That's a crude statement. I would refer to it more as observing for my own personal safety."

He gazed at her with an unconvinced look, and she felt her face burn up, "Stop that!"

"Why were you 'observing'? So you can learn from me how to pick up a date?" He poked fun at her reddened cheeks of humiliation, "You could've just asked."

She only gritted her teeth at how flustered she was, "No, and it's not like you would know a thing about it anyways!"

"And you do?"

"More than you!"

"How would you know what I know?" Dipper baited.

"Because I was spying!"

"Hah, knew it!" He whooped. For a moment, Pacifica was dumbfounded at her careless disclosure, before barking at him, "You're unbelievable!"

"You better believe that I was right," He taunted, sticking a finger to stretch the skin below his eye. Pacifica was so awfully angry at his teasing, but for some reason, she held back from hurting him. Without a way to release her pent up negative emotions, she could only express it. Dipper broke out into a laughing fit at her enraged ruby expression, virtually seeing the steam coming out of her head.

"Why are you laughing now?!"

"B-Because," He wiped a tear from his eye while trying to catch his breath, "it's fun to rile you up. You make the weirdest expression."

She puffed up her cheeks and pouted her lips. Her face bore a bright, crimson glow as her nose scrunched up and her eyebrows pointed downwards.

He looked up after calming down, only to see her seething—and inevitably adorable—expression.

He slapped a hand to his mouth, but was unable to hold back another round of chortles. Dipper gripped his stomach as tears sprang from his eyes. Pacifica clenched her fists as numerous tick marks popped on her forehead. Oh, that was it.

With a raised fist, she brought it down on Dipper's head like a hammer of divine punishment. He let out a cry of pain as he dropped to the ground. Fresh tears brimmed his eyes, but not from overwhelming humor. She smirked once again at his fallen figure, "Hmph! That'll give you something to actually tear up about!"

Dipper scowled up at her, "You're the worst!"

"The feeling's mutual!" She jeered.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious!"

"No problem, I had to get it through your airhead somehow!"

"Like you're the one to speak!"

She demanded, "Was that a blonde joke?!"

"Oh wow, you got it," He ridiculed, "But I'm pretty sure that your hair is fake."

"I have nothing to prove to you!"

"Then why are you still arguing with me!"

"You're arguing with me!"

"No, you're arguing with me!"

Their adamant shouting could be heard from even in the rooms of the academy. Ford looked down at them from the window. They were still yelling at each other, and he shook his head with a sigh. McGucket snorted, "Well, would you look at that."

"I'm stunned that she hasn't torn him limb from limb yet."

"I wouldn't say that too soon."

"I'm not worrying, even though my grandnephew is crazy to go against her, I can just intercept if it goes any farther than child's play." Ford paused, before adding, "But he's highly stubborn."

"So is she," McGucket scratched his head, "You think we should stop them so she can help us with this situation?"

"What'll she do? We're still collecting information on how to stop Giffany." The older men watched as they were now throwing insults, as well as balls of dirt, at each other. Ford commented, "Plus, I think she needs to take a bit of a break. It's no use if she has too much pressure weighing her down."

"I suppose. Barely anyone knows how much stress is put onto her, especially on someone so young."

"Ah yes, I pity her."

"As do I."

The two winced as she tackled him down and began to smear dirt all over his face. Ah, young love, wasn't it?

It wasn't very long until they called a truce, since both of them had their own important things to attend to. That, and they were both grossly caked in earth's crust.

Mabel waited on the porch, focused on playing with Waddles. But then, she instantly recognized her brother walking up the steps. "Welcome home! How did it go—?"

She cut herself off at the sight to behold that was her brother. Dipper was majorly smothered in dirt, his clothes, hair and all. She flinched, "Oh man, I didn't think she'd reject you that badly."

"It wasn't Wendy. In fact, she said yes, although it's more of a group outing," Dipper assured as Waddles nuzzled his face against his muddy legs, "It was Pacifica."

"Pacifica? Why would she want to do that to you?" Mabel inquired as she tapped her chin, before a grin spread across her face, "She was totally jealous!"

"Don't make such nonsense assumptions, Mabel!" Dipper shouted at her, before tackling her down. He stuck some dirt into her hair, and she cried out, "Noo! I have to get ready for tonight!"

"For Bill?" He asked, and she nodded swiftly. But he only grinned evilly.

"Then I'll keep going!"

The twins wrestled on the porch as Waddles participated as much as he could. Specks of dirt flew here and there while the porch was smudged with some of the soil. Sure, they both had to get ready for tonight. But right now was a battle that the other intended to win.

Stan, who was completely ignored on his rocking chair, just resumed to his newspaper.

Oh my, was she really jealous? Or maybe it was an assumption? Who knows? Surely Pacifica does, not like she'll admit. Thankfully, no one that would gossip was there to see her little outbreak of immaturity.

Those two are such cuties, asdfghjkl.

The fair is coming up, I wonder what'll happen? Let's find out next time!