Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I told you the wait would be short, just like the chapter. Maybe a little too short. Sorry about that. Start the fic.

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Mothman was flying through the sky much faster than he usually would do. This was because this was not his usual travel route, this... was New York City.

The air was a little... bad, in his opinion and it was certainly too noisy for taste but as basically the Super Mailman for the U.S. Government he had little choice.

Finally he spotted the RV that Dipper and Pacifica were well known for living inside of.

"Huh. Strange... they're usually out here waiting for me. Never had to knock before..."

He landed in front of the door, he knew they were inside because he could hear them.

*KNOCK! * *KNOCK! * *KNOCK! *

The curtain in front of the door window was pulled back to reveal Pacifica's face.

There was a shout from inside and before Mothman knew it Dipper and Pacifica had come out greeting him as if he was their best friend.

"Mothman!" cheered Dipper.

Dipper gave the man a hard yet friendly slap on the back. "So great to see you again, man!"

"It is? Wait. Are you covered in lipstick kissy marks?"

"Possibly. A lot has happened this past week. Pacifica! Get the table!"

"Two steps ahead of you, Babe!"

Pacifica ran past Dipper carrying what looked like a green stand. She pressed a button in the center of it and it popped open turning into a circular table.

"Did she just call you "Babe"?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it. You sit tight, be right back!"

Dipper ran back inside the RV and came out with an armful of wool sweaters.

"Mabel always gives me too many of these. Eat up, man."

He plopped them on the table in front of Mothman.

"Wow! This actually looks really tasty!"

"Just do me a favor and don't tell Mabel. She'd hit the roof!"

Mothman looked at the sweaters and then at his two human friends who were positively beaming.

"Okay, I'm just going to ask it! What is going on? You two are acting way friendlier than usual!"

Dipper and Pacifica shared a look.

"It's what we feared, Sweetheart."

"He doesn't remember."

"Remember what?! You two are being so STRANGE!"

Mothman's frustration was evident but the Mystery Couple was unfazed by it. They only showed patience and sympathy for his emotional outburst.

"Mothman," Dipper started. "Recently Pacifica and I had a time travel adventure where we went back to the Gravity Falls from when we were twelve years old."

"You were there." clarified Pacifica.

"I was?"

"Yes. And you were a big help to us."

"More than that. You were a friend!"

"A great friend even!"

"We have a whole new appreciation for just who you are."

"And we wanted to say 'Thank you'."

"I... don't remember any of it."

"Yeah, we figured that might happen. Tell us, when was the last time you had to...'reform'?"

"Thirteen years ago, maybe longer."

The Mystery Couple nodded to each other.

"Mothman, buddy, we think you might have gotten clobbered after helping us and had to rebuild yourself." explained Dipper.

"I suppose that would make sense..." mused Mothman.

"We still value and respect you and want to be closer friends with you..."

Mothman was started to feel flustered.

"Come on guys! I'm ugly and I know it!"

Without warning, Pacifica hugged giant insect with a shout of "You're not ugly!"

Mothman was frozen in place. He was completely stunned. Never in his memory had he been... hugged before. There was genuine emotion behind it too.

"You're not! You're beautiful just the way you are!"

Mothman didn't move a muscle, he was still processing, and then... he, very cautiously mind you, wrapped two of arms around Pacifica and started to hug her back.

"Well shoot..." began Dipper. "I feel left out. Let me in on that."

He took two steps forward before Mothman held up his third arm halting Dipper in his tracks.

"One person at a time! There's only so much positivity I can handle all at once!"

Underneath Fort Knox...

Every criminal the Mystery Couple arrests always ends up in the same place. Fifty miles beneath Fort Knox lies a prison, a prison for paranormal creatures and monsters. And like all prisons, it had a cafeteria.

Edna, the witch who didn't get away, was at one of the tables sitting on the floor in her monster form. Ever since her battle with Pacifica, she hadn't been able to return to her human form.

"Listen, Chad was it? I'm sure for 'your' species you're a genuine 'Chad' but I need my... significant other, to at least be somewhat human."

A little Lightning Goblin sat at the opposite end of the table. "You're lucky I can't form tears or I'd be dead right now you massive..."

"Witch!" she slammed her claw on the table. "Be sure to get your phrasing right."

"How are you even here?! Aren't coed prisons kind of a political impossibility?!"

"Okay, 1.) this is the world's first paranormal prison so a female wing or even prison equivalent hasn't even been thought up of yet... or at least I think 2.) The usual separation is to prevent rape and/or pregnancies..." She moved her claw to her stomach. "Both of which are an impossibility to me now. Time's up... 3.) There isn't a lot of female crooks in this line up. It's just me and Cut-You-Up Barbie Winged Edition, keeping us apart from the rest of the inmates would be a lot of work for two prisoners. 4.) I can't move a claw without the guards knowing about it. ISN'T THAT RIGHT CUE BALL?!"

From the corner of the room was a bald man in a suit waved at her. "Watching your every move, Witch!"

"Shouldn't you be chasing some frogs with your wheelies something?!" Edna shouted.

The man rolled his eyes for a moment and then shouted back at her.

"Witch, please! You can't afford this crossover!"

"Well," Chad started "at least you aren't raving about revenge against Dipper like the rest of the inmates."

"Technically I lost to Pacifica. I hate her so much! I hope wherever she is she's completely miserable right now!"

RV...

Pacifica lovingly side-hugged Dipper as they both waved goodbye to Mothman.

"I love my life." she wistfully sighed. She smiled up at Dipper. "Because I love you!"

He smiled back down at her. "Back at ya, Doll. So what would you like to do now?"

"Well we still have the table set up. How about another game of Dungeons, Dungeons, & More Dungeons?"

"Well I did have an idea for a new dungeon rolling around in my head for a while now..."

Pacifica gave him an excited smile.

"Go get it now!"

Dipper laughed and ran inside the RV.

Pacifica let out a loving sigh and started cleaning the table. Mothman was a composite being but a surprisingly sloppy eater. True, he just sort of pulled them into his torso where they got devoured by hundreds of moths but that doesn't mean they didn't leave wooly bits all over the place.

With the table finally cleared she couldn't help but notice her new boyfriend was taking suspiciously long bringing out their board game.

"Dipper?" she called as she entered the RV.

Dipper was at their little table where they ate with the laptop in front of him. The game was nowhere to be seen but something was clearly wrong.

"Dipper?"

"...A new job's come in... but that's the problem."

"Dipper? What's wrong? What job is it?"

Pacifica looked down and saw that Dipper's clenched hands were white at the knuckles. This was a whole new level of fear she had never seen in him before.

"The one I've been dreading the most. He's back!"

Dipper looked at her with one of the most serious expressions she'd ever seen him wear.

"It's the Jersey Devil."

That's right people, you've all waited long enough, time for the Jersey Devil to take center stage against the Mystery Couple. A showdown! One that I promise you will never forget! Again, apologies for the short chapter. Holidays, you know? Hope you enjoyed it none the less. If you have fun with this story then leave me a review!