Davis POV
Hundreds of veemon erupted from the digiegg. For mythical digimon there certainly were a lot of them running around him with identical excitable expressions. Their bright eyes twinkled as if there was no greater joy than seeing Davis standing before them.
"Which one of you is the real veemon?"
Unsurprisingly he got no answer. Instead the veemon continued prancing happily around him chanting the first words veemon had ever said to him. Which was becoming increasingly irritating. He tried desperately to search for some sort of feature that might distinguish veemon from all the other digimon. There was nothing.
"Ok! All of you hold still and shut up! I'm trying to think!"
To his relief all veemon pointedly shut their mouths and stood still as statues. This allowed him to actually formulate a thought. Unfortunately none of his thoughts were particularly useful in separating one veemon from another. They had all just merged in together.
"Digiarmour Energise!"
Apparently his digivice didn't work in this alternate reality either. That was definitely a disappointment. He'd been sure that the real veemon would digivolve and reveal himself. Unfortunately it appeared that Darkness had already thought Davis might try that trick. After all, only his digimon would be able to digivolve because the rest were just copies of veemon. That was when the thought occurred to Davis.
"Ok, here's the deal! I'm going to give you all a number and then I'm going to ask you three questions. If you think false then go to the left side of the room and if you think true then go to the right. Ok, everyone clear? "
He established watching the veemon's positive expression. They nodded their heads and displayed a solemn expression as he went around and gave each of them a number. He then picked up a rock and began drawing a table. He privately wished one of the others were here (with the exception of Tai and Matt) they were all far better at drawing tables than he was.
"Ok question 1: I have a sister called June"
He could recall a short part of Ken tutoring him in science and mentioning it was always good to have a control question. As none of them were there telling him how he needed to handle the situation he decided to try to dredge up all the advice they had given in the past. This was difficult as Davis had very selective hearing and most of the time people were dumping so much information on him that his brain hurt and sieved out any relevant information.
It turned out using the control question was a good idea. It proved that the veemon had at least been programmed with basic information about him. He watched amazed as they all ran to the right looking very pleased with themselves. Clearly he was going to have to kick it up a notch.
"Fine question 2: I tried to get Kari and the others to play strip poker at Ken's Easter party"
Evidently the questions were still too easy as all the veemon ran to the left. Clearly, they weren't fooled by him simply changing the holiday. He needed to think of something that only veemon would know. It looked as if all the veemon had his personal past directly programmed into them. It looked like he would have to think of a question that didn't directly involve him.
"Alright. Final question: Which is your favourite ice cream? Go left for ooey gooey chocolate fudge or right for swirly whirly caramel crunch"
Bingo! They couldn't work it out. They just had access to Davis' and veemon's memories. Everything else was just a blank slate to them. They weren't capable of knowing veemon's opinion. The real veemon would jump up and yell the answer while the fake one's would remain confused.
"I KNOW WHO THE REAL VEEMON IS!"