You managed to find a town. According to the shopkeeper, it was called Snowdin. Sans had named the town, apparently. There, you spent the little gold you had left on water for Flowey and food for yourself. You didn't want to stay long, as someone might figure out you were a human, but you couldn't help liking the small town. Even if everyone walked around ready to fight at any moment.
However, it seemed that Papyrus and Sans spent a lot of time in Snowdin. So you decided to leave. But, just as you reached the outside of the town, you saw a punching dummy. You passed it, only to see glowing red eyes form on the dummy. The dummy floated towards you.
"You dummy! Don't think I'm useful, eh? I'm a PUNCHING dummy! Punch me! C'mon! You can't hurt me!"
You lightly tap the dummy. The dummy bubbled up with rage.
"What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to be nice to me? Well its not working! Punching is all I'm good for…" The dummy trailed off sadly
"I'm sure that's not all your good for," you say, trying to console the dummy. "Being punched all the time doesn't sound fun, even if you're strong."
"It's not. Why do you care?" The dummy said, suspicious.
"Surely there's something you want to do besides getting punched."
"Well, I always wanted to be an artist."
"Can I see something you drew?"
The dummy pulled out a sketchbook. There was a beautiful drawing of Chillby's, a restaurant in Snowdin.
"This is great! I would buy it, but I don't have any money."
"That's okay. You can have it for free."
You take the drawing and promise to pay the dummy back sometime. Making a new friend filled you with DETERMINATION.
You tried to catch your breath. Running from a horde of monsters was tiring. But you managed to lead them in the wrong direction. You looked down at Flowey. There was murder in his eyes.
"What is, Flowey?" You asked.
"Why won't you let me kill them! I could take them out in an instant!"
"Are you really that strong?"
As an answer, Flowey summoned a huge vine out of the ground.
"Wow. But still. You can't kill anyone. That's not nice."
"THOSE MONSTERS AREN'T NICE!"
"Everyone has good heart. They just make some mistakes."
Flowey sighed. "Well, there is a group of monsters who are pretty nice. Maybe I can get them to convince you."
"Who are they?"
"They're called the Temmies. Just warning you, though. There a little… weird."
"I'm sure their lovely monsters."
Flowey laughed. "I'm sure you'll think so."