So yep, doing these again! Hope you enjoy!

121. Psychic

The twins discovered the skill accidentally. Skips had said some twins developed this ability, but it was a surprise it even happened. The two siblings were such opposites. Matt liked being quiet, he liked action figures, computer games and swimming. Sammi was loud and loved it, she loved playgrounds, playing princess warrior ("It's like a regular princess, but tough!" she would always say) and shopping with her mother. And yet, one day, they just happened to hear each other's thoughts.

The Psychic Twin link as Skips called it, was when they could not only read each other's thoughts, but just by closing their eyes they could see exactly where the other was and what they were doing. They could feel when the other was hurt, and they could even talk to each other mentally. As much as the two siblings liked doing the opposite things, they loved the power they shared and the one thing they loved doing together:

Annoying their brother. "Dad, they're doing it again!" Mikey yelled when he saw his younger siblings smirk at him, sharing an inside joke. "You guys are so annoying."

"But you love us anyway," the two nine year olds said in unison. Mikey smirked. "Yeah, yeah."

(I don't write about the twins very much, if I write about anyone from the Sorenstein family it's Mikey, so it's always nice to write about them.)

122. Contacts

Her eyes watered as she tried to keep them open long enough to pluck the thin, glass circle from her eye. She moved her fingers closer and... yes! Got it! Unfortunately, it didn't come without a little pain. "Ow," she mumbled, rubbing her eye. Looking up, she saw a blurry, brown figure in the middle.

"Um, you know, you don't have to wear those if they hurt," Rigby said. Eileen switched to contacts because of what Rigby had said that night in Margaret's apartment. Of course she still wore her glasses, but on special occasions like date nights she would wear the contacts. "I mean, it doesn't matter either way."

The mole smiled. Even with her terrible eyesight she could see her boyfriend blushing. Walking forward, she got ready to give him a kiss, and prayed she didn't accidentally hurt him... again.

(Thank you 'Diary' episode)

123. Snow

The hatchling shivered in her dad's arms. Being born in the spring, she had never experienced cold weather until now at only eight months old. She looked up at her dad with curious eyes. Why was the ground white? "You don't like the snow, huh?" Mordecai said, "Yeah, it gets a little too cold for me too. Don't worry, we'll be home soon, Maddie." Sitting his daughter down, Mordecai stepped out and waved at Benson, who was shoveling snow.

"Yo, Benson!" he shouted. The gumball machine walked over and forced a small smile. "Margaret got some Christmas cookies and she wanted me to bring some over to you." He knew Benson wasn't a fan of sweets (talk about ironic) but he knew Benson would appreciate the gesture. "Thanks Mordecai, I'll take these inside."

Turning away and getting ready to get back into the cart, he heard Benson grunt. "Oh ha ha, very funny Mordecai," Benson said before stomping away. Mordecai raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?" he asked as he turned the key to the cart, not noticing the missing snow from the front of the cart or the silly smile on his daughter's face.

124. Dentist

"No! I'm not going in there!"

She sighed. "Sweetie, it's just a routine procedure. It's just one tooth getting pulled. Nothing will happen."

"How do you know! He gave me the evil eye!"

"That's absurd."

"Don't use smart words at me, Eileen! He was a blonde too! He's evil!" Robbie sighed. He loved his dad and he thought Rigby was cool, but when it came to his father and their family's yearly check-ups. "If you guys need me, I'll be in the car," the ten year old said as he got up.

(Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

125. Anniversary

The gumball machine blinked. On the dining room table was quite a spread of food, coincidentally all his favorite foods. Candles were lit, streamers danced along the walls, and Pops sat in one of the chairs, looking like he was ready to burst from happiness and excitement. Hanging across the back wall cupboards was a white banner that read, "Happy Anniversary".

Benson smiled slightly. "Thanks Pops, but I don't really think you can call the day I started working here an 'anniversary'."

"Oh, but anniversaries are dates that you celebrate, and I can think of a date more worthy of celebrating than this," Pops replied. Benson blushed but continued smiling. If anyone would have asked him thirty years ago if he would spend this much time working at a park AND enjoyed it, he would've laughed in their faces. But not now. He had the money, he could quit, but where else would he feel this appreciated and happy?

"Thanks Pops," Benson said softly. Pops gave him a small kiss on the cheek, and then started serving up their dinner.

126. Babysitter

Death opened the door and was greeted by a cheerful looking rabbit woman. Her long, grey ears were folded down and (unlike most people who saw Death) she gave him a happy smile. "Hello there!"

"Just make sure Thomas is in bed by eight thirty," Donna said as two of her arms unwrinkled her dress while the other two linked up with her husband's arm.

"Oh don't worry!" the rabbit woman replied, giving Thomas a sinister looking grin, "I'm sure we'll have a great time!"

()()()()()()

When Death opened the door, she ran passed him. Her hair was a mess, her dress was torn, and cradled in her arms were various small creatures like snakes and scorpions that looked rather charred. Death then looked at his son. "Thomas..." he said in a warning tone.

"Trust me, Father," the boy replied, "this one actually deserved it. Besides, she was creepy."

(In case you don't remember, it was the rabbit lady from chapter two. Although it looks like she's not coming back anytime soon, lol)

127. Hand

He was tempted to hold her hand when they went camping, but he chickened out. Then, on her birthday, he held her hand for a moment when he twirled her as they danced. But tonight, when they went to the movies, just as the film was starting, she took his hand.

Most dudes wanted the right to say they made the first move, whether it was to seem cool or like 'a ladies man' or whatever. But for Mordecai, he didn't mind that Margaret made the first move, because that just proved it.

There were no other dudes in the picture, no other boyfriends. They weren't in the friend-zone, they weren't even in the 'awkward-dating-let's-see-if-this-works' zone. Their relationship was as real as her hand, although Mordecai squeezed it just to make sure. It was real, he had his dream girl, and life couldn't get any better.

128. Lag

"Okay, let's do this," Rigby said, full of confidence. He had been practicing all weekend, and now it was time to put up or shut up. Selecting 'Online Multiplayer', he signed in. 'Rigby-Fists signed in'. After a few minutes, a pop up appeared. 'Mordecool signed in'. "Hmm, hmm," Rigby said as he pressed the start button. Taking cover, he searched for the best weapon, keeping an eye on the map at the bottom left corner of the screen, specifically the blue dot.

He picked up three rounds of ammo as he traveled along the path, making sure to stay hidden as long as he cool. "I'm the ninja," Rigby smirked, "the ninja that's gonna kick your butt!" He knew the weapon was near, as was Mordecai. It was a risky move, he would have to be quick, but he had been practicing. Mordecai wasn't going to win this one. No, not today. A pop up appeared, Rigby didn't even need to read it. The gun was right in front of him. Making his character jump and roll out of the bush, Rigby got ready to grab it when-

'Interruption' "What! NO!" the raccoon frantically mashed buttons to try and get the game to unfreeze. He prayed that the lagging was happening to Mordecai too. Finally, the screen unfroze, but a pop up appeared. 'Rigby-Fists killed. Game Over'. Letting out a screech that could rival even Muscleman, Rigby stood up. "Stupid game!" he shouted, pulling his arm back and getting ready to throw the controller.

"Rigby?" Looking up, he saw his wife with Molly in her arms. "Oh, hey Eileen," Rigby said, waving the controller at her. Molly giggled. "Yeah Daddy! Smash it!" she cheered. Eileen looked at Rigby, who could only offer her a sheepish smile.

129. Lock

Benson was just going over the summer to fall transition checklist (things that needed to be put away, things that needed to be brought out, etc.) when he heard a loud shriek. Dropping his clipboard, he quickly ran upstairs to see what was wrong. As soon as he reached the top, a frazzled Maddie pushed passed him.

"I was just going to ask him a question, I didn't know he was taking a-! GAH! I WILL NEVER GET THAT IMAGE OUT OF MY HEAD!" The bird covered her eyes and ran downstairs. Hearing a door click, Benson turned and saw Pops step out of his room. His face was pale with a slight tint of pink, and he was looking at the floor. There were a couple drops of water on his head and his mustache was wet and slightly droopy.

Benson sighed. "We really need to get a lock for your door," he said before going downstairs to try and calm the girl down.

(Poor Maddie. Like father, like daughter I guess).

130. Heart (requested by Guest)

Robbie swallowed. Why the heck was he so nervous? Oh yeah, this was their first Valentine's day as a couple. Sure they hadn't kissed yet, but they considered each other their 'valentine'. He wasn't sure what to get her, she wasn't that girly, and he knew she wouldn't want to carry around a bunch of flowers all day. The stuffed animals he saw at the stores looked so lame, and all the cards were way too 'bleh!'

So, as he entered the first of the three seventh grade classes they had together, he immediately went to her desk. "Hey Maddie, here," he said quickly, handing her the box. It was a chocolate heart, but it was small and it was in a plain looking box, not over the top pink or anything. There was also a small purple card attached that was cut in the shape of a heart that simply said 'Happy Valentines Day, from Robbie.' "I figured you wouldn't want pink, so I made it purple," the raccoon mumbled.

The bird just sat there. "I don't believe it," she said finally, and Robbie's heart sunk a little. Did he screw up? Was it too much, or not enough. Maddie reached inside her bag and pulled out a chocolate heart. The same box, the same brand, the same chocolate heart. The only difference was the card, which was green (Robbie's favorite color).

The two stared at each other and then busted out laughing. "Man, Valentines day is so lame," Robbie commented through his laughs. "I know!" Maddie agreed, "Hey, you wanna go to the arcade after school?" "Sure!" The warning bell rang, and the raccoon sat down, smiling at his gift. It really was a lame holiday, but he was glad he was spending it in a cool way, with the coolest girl he knew.

(This is based on a true story. We weren't dating or anything, but my best guy friend and I got each other the exact same gift for valentines. Honestly, since I had never gotten a Valentine's gift before, I didn't care, plus it was hilarious.)

131. BallPit

Benson sighed. He would have to mentally add 'Chuck-E-Cheese' to his list of things he found annoying since the kids came along. "Come on guys, get out!"

He moved through the multi-colored balls, looking for any signs of a bird or raccoon. "Benson!" said a girl voice. He turned around just to see a flash of purple. "Peekaboo!" said another voice, a boy's. But again, the source of the voice disappeared into the sea of balls.

"Okay, I'm serious kids!" Benson shouted, his gumballs turning red, "This wasn't funny ten minutes ago and it's not funny now!" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Freaking ballpits."

132. Mohawk

"Hey Maddie, does your dad have a mohawk?" Robbie asked. The nine year old bird looked up at her friend. "It's not a mohawk," she replied, "His hair's just tall." "But, what would you call it? It's pointy like a mohawk, and it's never flat." Maddie opened her mouth to argue, but she really didn't have anything to argue with.

"Dad, why do you have a mohawk?" Mordecai looked at his daughter. "Maddie, it's not a mohawk," Mordecai said, "it's just the way my hair is, same with you and your mom."

"Okay, so we're a family of mohawks," Maddie replied. Mordecai tried to correct her, but Maddie left before he could. That night, as the bluejay got ready for bed, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection in the mirror. He flattened his hair a bit. Maybe he should... "Don't even think about it," said a voice. Mordecai jumped. "Huh, wha?" he said, turning around. Margaret just smiled at him.

"Mordecai, I think you look great the way you are, you don't need to change," she said. Mordecai gave her a smile. "Besides, I think you look cool with a mohawk."

"Gah, It's not a mohawk!" Margaret just giggled.

Okay, I'm ending this chapter early tonight. Sorry, I'm just running a bit short on ideas. Normally I would just put this chapter on hold and try to think of some more, but I wanted to get this uploaded tonight since I've kinda been slacking on the RS fanfics. I'm happy how these turned out, I just wish I wasn't eight drabbles short. But hey, next chapter I'll have eight extra ones.

Requests are still open, I'm accepting anything. Any character, any pairing (that exists in this story), anything. Just have fun with it :D Hope you enjoyed the chapter.