But it refused (mafiatale sans x older frisk)

~BUTTERFLY~

Frisk sighed, staring at her ceiling, she'd stayed in her room for a few days to allow her muscles to properly heal and thinking over her chat with sans, frisk constantly thought she was missing something but just couldn't remember, all the memories were either too fuzzy or completely black.
Her desk was strewn with paper, all written on both front and back, the words were muddled documents of frisk trying desperately trying to figure out the truth of what happened.

Tori would come into the room every so often to check on the young woman and give her food, she hated watching her child be in a state like this however she thought it would be too dangerous to tell her of the truth yet as she knows the soul of determination, the training of a bloodthirsty killer and childhood abuse would not go well.

She sighed and entered frisks room with a plate of food "uh..hello dear, are you hungry?" Frisk just sighed with a slight nod as she continued to stare at the ceiling, the goat woman left the plate on the desk and walked to the doorway, she was about to say something when the words caught in her throat and she found herself unable to say anything, she just moved her gaze to the ground and closed the door, frisk then heard the footsteps get further away from the door.

She just laid there and let her mind wonder, she was starting to give up on regaining what she'd lost when the faintest memory appeared in her head,
she was kneeling in a field in summer, other children's laughter surrounded her as she was crouched by a small golden flower, a red butterfly was perched on the petals and she curled her tiny fingers around it. The butterfly slowly crawled onto one of her fingers and frisk couldn't help but grin widely at her new tiny friend, she then turned around to a tiny skeleton wearing a worn blue hoodie "sans look! A flutterby!" She said in a small voice, trying not to scare the tiny insect, he grinned and waddled over, a plaster on his cheek from a previous fall "woaahhh thats so cool!!" The little boy sans stared at it in amazement as it then took off and flew into the breeze.
Frisk quickly jumped to her feet and ran over to her desk to write the memory down and found a few tears trickling down her cheek "i-its coming back! I'm starting to remember!!" She squealed slightly as she spoke to herself, extremely happy that hope potentially wasn't lost after all and that just maybe she could regain some normality in her life. She sighed happily and sat back down on her bed, still holding the pen, she hesitated for a second then began to draw the butterfly on a flower on her wrist, she wanted to hold on to this small memory for as long as physically possible just in case this was the only one she'd ever get, once she was done she sat back and admired her temporary ink tattoo, from now on she wanted her symbol to be the first memory she ever got back, a butterfly. Then she thought back to sans as a child in her memory, it seemed she needed to ask him a few questions to get down to the truth. And she was determined to get it.