Here's another dribble-drabble because inspiration struck. This is sometime after the first one.
For future reference, Old Ones cannot use their powers on each other. They just don't work. Which is why you don't see Clockwork using Time Out or anything in this drabble.

Drabble 2: Doritos

Gaea crept into Clockwork's cloister, creeping along behind the furniture. Just a bit longer…his hand was almost there…

"Get your hand out of my bowl of chips." Clockwork said flatly, glancing up from his book.

"Oh, come on!" Gaea got up. "These things aren't even invented for centuries! Let me have one, you cheater!"

Clockwork sighed. "They're mine, get your own."

"Oh, and how will I do THAT?" Gaea huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Give me some!"

Clockwork took the bowl and moved it to his other side, going back to his book. Gaea let out a feral growl and lunged at him, catching the Time Master off-guard. "What in—"

"I said to give me it!" Gaea said, sitting on top of Clockwork and reaching for the bowl. Clockwork blocked his hand, struggling to keep him away from his snack. "Give it, Clockwork!"

"Why can't you just be patient and wait?" Clockwork asked, shoving him off his couch. Gaea retaliated by grabbing his cloak and dragging him off and onto the carpet with him.

"Because you're a tease!" Gaea said firmly. "Why do you have to bring something so delicious back in time with you?! Give it to meeeee!"

"I said 'no' and I meant it! Stop acting like a spoiled child!" Clockwork said firmly. "Can't you just create it?!"

"I wouldn't get the taste right!" Gaea cried. "Give it to me, you can always get more!"

"If you weren't being so grabby, I might've!" Clockwork said, struggling to pin him down. "Now I won't let you have it out of SPITE!"

"You're mean!" Gaea snapped. "Give me the chips, Clockwork!"

"What are you two even doing in here?" Ghostwriter asked, laughing as he entered the room. "I could hear this scuffle from two halls away."

"He won't give me the chips!" Gaea complained.

"See, told you you're the only 'brat' here." Ghostwriter said, walking over to examine the bowl. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're fighting over this? Clockwork, aren't being just a little petty?"

Clockwork huffed. "He didn't even ask properly!"

Ghostwriter sighed. "I can see only one solution to this." He said, picking up the bowl. "You both will have to track me down and ask politely to have some." He walked briskly from the room while the other two dropped their jaws.

"Wait a—" Clockwork got up.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Gaea got up.

"Come back here!" Clockwork ran after him, Gaea right behind.

They ran by a door that was opening, a large eyeball poking out at the ruckus. "…I swear, they're like children sometimes…" The eyeball ghost remarked, looking back into the room at another cloaked eyeball ghost.

"To think this is what we have to work with…" The other agreed with a nod.

Yep, fighting over chips. Don't let Danny ever see these, he would SO stop taking Clockwork seriously.
And the first appearance of the creepers! (The Observants, I mean.)
Gaea is very muchly a brat, but Ghostwriter and Clockwork aren't much better. *shrug* ~ Zone