SOS Bros React – Fate Strange Fake Episode 8 – Backstage of a Third-Rate Comedy!

Flat's mother's rant was WAY crazier in the Light Novel:

"Give up, dear. That child is too much for us.He won't advance our family's magecraft; he'll destroy us all!

Are you telling me that child is what we get for putting up with the Clock Tower's ridicule for nearly two millennia? The Clock Tower might change its mind, true, but anyone can see they're going to crush us. Still, I'm sure that child will survive. He'll be the only one.

Why was that child even born? Is he really even ours…? No, I know. I'm sorry. You did everything you could to verify it, scientifically and mystically. You proved that he's ours beyond a shadow of doubt… I know that! I just still can't believe it! I'd have an easier time accepting it if you told me that there were still faeries and we'd been saddled with a changeling. You know, don't you? Our family tackled that research problem 300 years ago, ultimately judged it impossible, and stored it away. That child completed it at the age of eight! No verbalization, no reproducibility; he just felt his way through it intuitively! …Yes, I suppose you're right. You can't call it complete without reproducibility. I know. I know, dear. But still…

I'm scared. That child frightens me. Him being a gifted mage ought to make us proud. But it doesn't. It's wrong.

He doesn't make sacrifices. At first, I thought that he had too much kindness for a mage, that he was defective. But he's not even that. His purpose is fundamentally different. It's like finding out the tube you thought was a telescope was actually the barrel of a cannon. He's something… something different.
So, dear, I've been wondering. Could our mission as mages be to put an end to that child? I think that putting an end to him might be the culmination of the Escardos family magecraft.

Well, dear? It's time to prepare ourselves.

That boy is no child of ours. He's nobody. Nothing. Just a phenomenon that slipped in from some other world. We just got it into our heads that he was our son and named him.

There never was a child called Flat, just a flat expanse with some unintelligible scribbles on it… Isn't that right?"

Dumas threw his Signature onto the prosthetic arm, that was his true name drop!