His hand had been forced away from his head to be bound with the rest, the zipper pull still secured in the back of his scalp. The feeling of being strapped down, unable to do anything while someone prodded at his head was unmistakable and quite familiar, but his memories were a huge blank spot as to why. Glitch bet that it had something to do with his missing mind, but he couldn't remember that time for the life of him.
Thankfully his head was not restrained, and to this he begun to move it this way and that to keep whomever this was away from what was nothing more than an empty hole tucked away by a closed zipper. Glitch even went to far as to try and fight what was binding him to the chair "I don't care if you want to see, there is nothing left to see but a big hole! So kindly leave me be, and let me go!" he exclaimed between pulls and trying to twist his upper body in order to escape somehow.