He woke up in a distinctly different setting. Above him a light shone down. Around him, the chamber was the black of darkness. He was in a chasm of some sort. Under him were mellow yellow flowers. Ah! He lifted his hands to find that his skin was yellow as well. He was wearing a blue and purple striped sweater. So soft the fabric... was he in Undertale? How odd this dream.
Curiously he fondled the smooth and broad petals of a golden flower. It felt real. He stood up and began to walk down the hallway.
'Who are you?'
This question rang through his head as if someone, a child, was speaking to him from behind a barrier. He answered, voice ringing in the darkness. "I am Max. Who are you?"
'My name is Frisk. You seem to be... controlling my body.'
So this was the voice of the charismatic silent protagonist. It was soft. "I'm sorry Frisk, I can't help it. I went to bed and woke up here."
There was no need for him to lie.
'Oh. Maybe we can find a way for you to go back to your own body?'
So his dream had direction. How sophisticated this dream was! Nonetheless he found it entertaining.
"Shall we walk down this hallway?"
'Okay...'
The uncertainty in Frisk's voice reminded him that they were just a child. So it seemed that he was authority figure in their current situation.
He walked further and entered the familiar arch that he knew would lead to Flowey.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!"
Just like in the game, the red heart floated out of the tiny body. For some reason Max thought he would feel something when the soul was removed, but it was a rather painless sensation.
'Max!'
The soul spoke in the child's voice. So it seemed this was case: that it was not his soul but Frisk's. He was beginning to feel increasingly that this was not a dream, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. This was certainly not a feasible situation in the real world. Souls were intangible.
The white specks shot towards the heart. Feeling protective, Max automatically moved his arm to the right. The soul moved in the same direction, effectively dodging the 'friendliness pellets'. He moved his arm up experimentally, the soul followed. So he was in control. He smiled at that thought.
"What are you doing? You have to accept the friendliness pellets!"
He dodged the next set as well, enjoying this feeling. He also admittedly just wanted to extend to dialogue. The oddness of the situation made it feel like he should absorb as many words as he could. Of course when he woke up he would no longer be in this world, so he wanted to experience as much of it as he could.
A ring of pellets began to close around the heart- no Frisk. Was it Frisk? Perhaps if the heart actually died, Frisk would die and Max would be left with the kid body. How would the reset system work in this recreation of the game? He liked Frisk, and decided that he didn't want to experiment.
The ring stopped before it could hit the soul, thank Fox. A magic fire ball knocked Flowey away.
So Toriel was here.