This idea was from a certain genius. If it wasn't for them I probably never would've thought of the idea or even if I did, I probably wouldn't have made it into a fanfic so thanks to them. It's their artwork too. It's all thanks to @Rita304

Sasori's P.O.V.

I look at the corpse laying on the cold, hard, stone floor. His crimson blood has made dark splotches around the dead body and only light red parts aren't in the blood pool since it's a thinner coat of blood. How he died, I'm a Necromancer you see... He was torn apart by not fresh ones but skeleton. Their bony hands which are more like claws and they cut through to the point they reached his organs. He literally got sliced open but at this point I'm not surprised... I'm only disappointed when their claws don't cut to the organs since it's such a normal thing now. I realize how I'm not even interested in having him as one of my puppets which are the corpses I manipulate. I'm in this tomb and all the Draugr are dead... Well- they always have been dead but they have been beaten and can't get up now. I've found a few bandit's in here and he's one of the unlucky ones. I've been in here for such a long time I suspect it's either midnight or extremely early in the morning.

I venture further and come across a floor full of traps. These traps are these big button-like things on the ground that spew fire once they are stepped on. I've got my skeletons behind me and I send one across. I make sure it can run as fast as it can. It runs across with the flams spewing and when it's over I look closely at it's bony body to see it's feet is either dirty or burnt but at least it's still standing fine as if there's little to no damage. I'm relieved at this till I see a bear in here! How'd a bear get in here of all places?! Sure it's big enough for a bear to live in but I'm sure the Bandits or Frostbite Spiders or Undead would've killed it. Maybe it just hasn't been in here too long. I get the rest of the skeletons to rush over to it and they just have a few burns but nothing too serious. There are ten of them in total and outnumber the bear. They take it out pretty easily. It's torn apart and clearly dead. When it's pained sounds stop I suddenly hear crying of a woman in the distance.