Battle Royale! Game Complete!

Originally posted on MSPA by cyber95.

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Getting up was very difficult without anybody's help, but Gadget managed to ascend 8 meters without help. After a long time, anyway. The fog was approaching at a notable pace, but at an even faster pace were Cobra and Whir. After a while, they finally approached.
"Cobra! Great! I've been kind of having trouble getting up. Um, Whir, I must say, I'm surprised you went to help him out."
"Somewhat. Your pal isn't very nice."
"I, uh, I tried to be nice. I still don't trust anybody in this place!"
"Yeah, well... anyway, Cobra, you look hurt. I've got some medical supplies in my backpack and- hey, they're already open!"
"I already took some gauze out. Cobra here wasn't getting very far without it, the, um..." Whir looked at Cobra. He had no reason to keep insulting. The atmosphere of the whole battle had really been getting to him. People who wanted to kill his best friend.
"Alright. Cobra, you can use what you need. I'll look up to see what the easiest way to climb would be. I'm, uh, I'm going to need your help with that. I'm not very good at this whole thing."
"Okay, that sounds good to me."
Cobra started applying various medical supplies to himself, to tend to his various wounds. Gadget surveyed the route with the best footholds, and overall ease.

Whir meanwhile was thinking. Why was he showing such hostility? While Cobra may become an enemy in the future, he was in the present. For now, he was an ally. A powerful one, even. Gadget had no trouble getting along with others. What was his own problem?
So he took a simple start.

"I'm sorry."
"Hm?"
"I've been an asshole, and you've been pretty helpful this whole time. To Gadget and to me. And I've realized, it's not going to help me by actively trying to make enemies. As far as I care, you're my ally. No, you're my friend. Just like Gadget. As long as this battle goes on, I don't plan on fighting you. ...Truce?"
Cobra was slightly offset by this. It wasn't the same kind of Whir that was shouting insults all the way up. He seemed to show some new resolve.
"Truce."

"Okay, I think I've figured it out. The fog is rising pretty quickly now, so we had better hurry. Supposedly the top is safe."

Gadget, Whir, Cobra: 50 m

Fog: 36m